Dogs Don't Lie by Clea Simon

Author:Clea Simon
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction / Mystery & Detective / General
ISBN: 9781615952984
Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press
Published: 2011-04-20T22:00:00+00:00

I was dying to ask the bichon more, but after that bombshell, he shut down. Could have been the surroundings; we’d reached an oak tree that had been marked by every dog within ten miles. Could have been the dog. I still didn’t think bichons had much concentration. But for the first time, I found myself wondering if it was me. My special sensitivity was so new, I’d never questioned it. How it worked, what impression I was making on the animals with whom I could now communicate. None of that had ever come up. Maybe it should have.

I tried to be a little more responsive on the walk home, letting the little dog take me on several detours that seemed important to him, though by the time we got back to town, I was wondering if I’d been naive. I know that Tracy. Horlick was ready to spit when we finally returned.

“Well, there you are. I was beginning to wonder if you’d run off with my Bitsy.”

“Not likely.” As soon as the words were out, I plastered a fake grin on my face. “I mean, he’d be more likely to run off with me. He just seemed extra curious about everything today, so I wanted to give him a chance to sniff around.”

“Hmm.” The dog’s owner sniffed as well. “Curiosity must be in the air.”

I didn’t want to ask, I really didn’t. But it did occur to me that Tracy Horlick might be able to expand on Bitsy’s bombshell. Kicking myself just the tiniest bit, I gave her what she wanted. “Oh, really?” I asked.

She smiled, a horrible sight. “Really.” She paused for another drag on her cigarette and held it for effect, but I just couldn’t bring myself to beg. “Someone has been asking about you.”

That was my cue. I knew it. But when push came to shove, I looked at that face and thought of the dog. No wonder Bitsy didn’t like people. “I’m listed.” I tried for breezy as I hung Bitsy’s leash on its hook, and headed for the door.

I’d gone too far. “You think it’s that dashing Mack Danton, don’t you?” Her voice had gone from syrupy to harpy sharp in seconds. “Everyone knows you’ve set your cap for him, but you don’t know the half of it.”

“Bye, Mrs. Horlick. See you tomorrow.” I refused to rise to the bait.

She barely paused in her tirade. “He’s the one you should be keeping on a leash. Sneaking around.”

I smiled and started to close the door. Just in time to hear her parting shot. “But it’s not him! It’s the police.”

“What?” The question was out of my mouth before I could catch it. Damage done, I turned back toward the door, only to be rewarded by that thin smile. “The cops were asking about me?”

She had Bitsy in her arms now. The dog’s black button eyes fixed on mine, but I didn’t have the time to focus. “They wanted to know what your habits are. How stable you seem.

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