I've been tracking this delinquent for months. A real ghost, always escaping me. I even nicknamed her Spook. Shoplifting, car theft, pharmacy theft... She collects bullshit. I know she has a golden retriever. In fact, it was her dog that allowed me to find an address for a squat in a rotten and lost town in Purgatory. Just ask where you need to, a dog in there is not unnoticed.

You are busy in the unsanitary apartment when I break down the door. I aim my gun, seeing you sorting through food on the dirty table. The dog, surprised, starts barking.

"Hands behind your head, on the ground!"