BARK IF IT’S MURDER

“It seems that dog has been at the center of quite a lot of trouble lately, hasn’t he?”

“It’s not his fault.”

“No, I’m sure it’s not.” He stretched and rubbed at the back of his neck, before stifling a yawn. “But someone finds him interesting.”

“You think someone came here to steal Stewie?”

He spread his hands. “I’m not sure what to think. The dog was present when Mr. Fuller was murdered. Now that he’s here, your house gets broken into.”

“Almost,” I said, though the distinction was minor.

“You’ve had no issues before with break-ins. There’s no recent activity in this area. No warning signs. Whoever was here, I’d put money on it that it had something to do with that dog . . .”