The handler found Topsy as docile as a woman being fitted for a shoe. Each time he tapped his cane against her ankle, she lifted her foot and held the pose, allowing him to dip his sponge into a bucket and pull it wet across the thick ridges of her skin. It was regrettable that she hadn’t shown such cooperation the previous month, when she’d lifted a man who’d fed her a lit cigarette and set him down without his life. But then she had to go, it was the third death in as many ye... More >>>