The Creeps were on the hunt. The Super Creep spied the dog tracks first, crossing at the exact spot where the Ollie tracks stopped. He picked at one of the imprints.
“A midsize Ruff,” he determined. “Likely what the Humes call a ‘Retrieve Err.’ ” He could see the trail quite clearly as it veered from the grass to the curb and then down the asphalt of the street. “Follow the Pup!” he shouted.
The very same Creeps who had stolen Ollie were the Creeps most in trouble for his escape, and since they knew his world better than the other Creeps, they were in charge of tracking him. They had a small army with them, perhaps fifty Creeps in all. They scurried along the trail of the dog that had snapped up Ollie. The rain and the storm didn’t bother them at all, for they enjoyed few things more than tracking a runaway Fave.
They hadn’t lost one yet.