“What is it boy?” Steve asked me.
I ignored him because I had just gotten a whiff of a new smell. I got down and started pawing underneath the motorhome. Steve tried to pull me back, but I was relentless. Finally, I gave in, I couldn’t do it.
Steve bent down and with his flashlight looked underneath then he looked on the underside of the motorhome. “CASEY! GET JACKIE LEE OUT OF HERE AND EVERYONE ELSE NOW! IT’S A BOMB!”