Despite everything, Frank had fallen asleep, the urge to nap still strong after his dose of tranquilizer. The sound of voices nearby drew him out of his slumber. He stretched his muscular, stocky Rottweiler limbs and staggered onto all four paws. He did a double take when he glanced through the bars of the cage and saw a tall, handsome Latino staring back at him.
The man who had tranquilized Frank moved to stand next to the Latino man. "So, what do you think, Sgt. Morales?"
The Latino man scratched his neatly trimmed beard. "Looks like a solid guy," he commented.
Frank's natural keenness for Latino men kept him staring at Morales, who was taller and more powerfully built than Frank's boyfriend, Xander. Some drool escaped from Frank's open mouth as he stared at the man in uniform.