Caleb (The K9 Files Book 11) by Dale Mayer (moboreader txt) 📗

“Hell with that,” he said. “I have no intention of doing a long-distance relationship.”

“So,” she asked, “have you made any plans yet?”

“Sure haven’t,” he said with a big cheeky grin. “But you could probably talk me into anything.”

She smiled, and, as they pulled up outside the house, he shut off the truck, and they could hear the dogs all inside. “You should put a front fence around here,” he said, “and a doggy door, so they at least can come out to the front yard when they want to.”

“It’s on the list,” she said, as she hopped out. She looked down at her dress and said, “At least I got to wear this for a couple hours.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t wait to get out of this monkey suit.”

“Well, we’re not refinishing floors in these outfits,” she murmured.

“Nope, we aren’t, but, at the same time,” he said, “I’m just glad to have that behind me.” As he walked up the front steps, his phone buzzed. He looked down and laughed. “My boss just asked if I made it through the wedding.”

“Tell him you did and with flying colors,” she said with a smile. She walked in and greeted the dogs, trying to keep them from jumping up on her dress, but, as soon as one did, it seemed they all threw out their good manners and jumped. Eventually she got free, and she kicked off her heels, raced upstairs, checking out the floor. She went down the hallway on her bare feet. It looked pretty decent but felt a little tacky in some spots. She quickly changed into her jeans and a T-shirt and, putting socks on, she walked back across the floor. As she came downstairs, he came out of his bedroom. “The floors aren’t done,” she murmured.

He nodded.

“We need to give it another six or so hours. Sounds like road-trip time to me.”

“I’m good with that,” he said. “Let’s see what you’ve got in the fridge. We have to do some grocery shopping at some point.”

She checked out the fridge and realized it would be sandwiches again. But that was okay because she loved sandwiches. By the time she had them made, he had the dogs fed and coffee made. They sat down with their sandwiches and a cup of coffee, and she asked, “Do you have a game plan for the dog?”

“Yep,” he said.

“Oh, what’s that?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

Not long afterward, they quickly got ready to go, all the dogs in tow—this time not leaving Fancy behind—as they headed out toward his big rental truck.

“What are you doing?” she asked, as he did something to her front door.

“I set it up to see if anybody goes in while we’re gone,” he said quietly.

She stared at him, looked back at the door. “And how did you do that?”

“Setting a hair in the doorjamb, and, when somebody opens the door, the hair falls. It’s basically hard for them to see at the time, but it’s easy for me to see if it’s still there when I get back.”

“Did you do it on the back door too?”

“I did,” he said, “when you went to the bathroom, before leaving.”

“Wow,” she murmured, “I didn’t know.”

“And that makes it a nice and easy thing to do,” he said.

She nodded, and they loaded up in his truck and headed out toward the area where the asshole’s property was. “Are we going back inside that empty house?” she asked nervously.

“No,” he said. “However, I want to go back up and around from this side to see just how far the dead-body house is from the asshole’s property.”

“The drug dealer?”

“If that’s what he is, yes,” he said.

“Are we walking it?”

“That was the plan,” he said. He looked down at her footwear and nodded. “Those are okay to walk in, aren’t they?”

She stared at her hiking boots. “Yeah,” she said. “I wasn’t exactly sure where and what we were doing.”

“Good thinking,” he said.

“No,” she said. “I was just more or less grabbing at straws to figure it out.”

“Well, rough terrain tends to be the name of the game here,” he said, “so we’ll see.” He pulled into the property where the body had been, and he saw no sign of police activity or that anybody had been here recently.

“Do you need to go back inside?” she asked, as she got out with all the dogs milling around her feet.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “I’m not sure if that dead body has anything to do with my War Dog or not, but, at the moment, I want to take a walk toward the asshole’s property.”

“Is it close?”

He looked at her with a smile and said, “Very.”

She stared at him in surprise. “Oh, wow,” and then she turned to look at the hills. “It’s just the other side of there, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but, because so much of this land is undeveloped acreage, we don’t have easy access.”

“So this rental property could have been involved in whatever is going on at that property where your War Dog may be,” she said, slowly figuring out how all this might be connected.

“Well, that’s one theory I’m operating on.”

“I like it,” she said, “and it’s sensible.”

“Well, I don’t know how sensible,” he said, “but it’s certainly doable, given the locations are roughly adjacent.”

“Perfect,” she said, and they headed out behind the house. She turned to look back and said, “It’s creepy.”

“It is,” he murmured. “And we might have to go there afterward.” He glanced at her. “But I don’t want to upset you.”

“I’m stronger material than that,” she said quietly. “If that’ll help solve this, then that’s what we need to do.”

He grinned, reached out a hand, and snagged hers in his. “I like somebody who’s up for a challenge,” he murmured.

She snorted. “Hell, you just want free rein for the challenge,” she said with a smile.

“I do,” he said.

“Besides, it’s a beautiful day,” she murmured.

“It is, indeed, and all of that is very important.”

“It is.”

They walked in peace