I’d caught up to the pack. Playing on Grove Street, I spotted them crossing the block. An angry, shouting and swearing crowd, picking up more people along the way.
“A little girl was out walking her dog, and that asshole knocked her over and stole her dog.” The guy answering pointed, but I never saw this perpetrator through the throng. Now equally enraged, I ran along until the mob clamored around a cream colored brick apartment building on Woodward Avenue.
A frightened eye peeked through the curtains. The door opened quickly, freeing a small dog, then slammed shut.