"Stop getting kidnapped," Tony suggested, a sigh that was punctuated by a grimace as the dog gingerly plucked the organ from the container, its shine sticking to the dog's nose and fur, then snapped it between his jaws. It squelched, displaced, membrane stretched pink and spidered blue with veins out the sides of the animal's mouth, then deflated. The dog skittered away, not wanting to lose his prize now that he had it.
His elbow on his knee, Tony dropped his chin into his hand like he was just given an exam question to consider, looking distantly bored with a contemplative pout. "If we can get to a phone, we can call Nick," he said, the concept seeming simple in the protective quiet behind the convenience store. It was a whole different matter out on the street. He could hear a car pull to a stop behind him, the doors slam shut, a man's deep voice. That was either someone stopping by for milk, or the police questioning the loiterers if they had seen anything out of the ordinary. Like a pair of unshaven white men without shoes in baggy clothes with guns.