Homicide and Hearts by Madelyn Scott

Author:Madelyn Scott [Madelyn Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bad Baby Press
Published: 2023-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I’d left my reading glasses at the Shongoloo Animal Clinic. I was sure of it, after tearing apart my car at six am when I woke, sitting straight up in bed as the memory of taking them off in Schuster’s office surfaced in my conscious mind.

At first, I’d tried to deny it. Then I searched frantically for the frames. Then I worked on convincing myself no one would recognize the glasses as mine. But then I remembered they were twelve-hundred-dollar designer frames—gold with a delicate and subtle cats-eye lift to the corners. Since I’d been back here, numerous people had commented on how lovely they were, and I hadn’t seen anyone else with glasses even remotely like them.

My brain warred between fear that this would get me caught and sorrow at losing them.

When I went inside after searching the car, I found Ollie on the living room floor, chewing a hole in one of my favorite sweaters. I didn’t even have the gumption to scold him. I just sank onto the couch and pouted for a while, lamenting my bad luck.

Finally, after half an hour of sulking while Ollie chewed and growled at the sweater, I gathered myself. Then I snatched the garment away from him, stuffed it into the kitchen trash, and started some coffee.

There hadn’t been cameras at the clinic. Well, I was pretty sure, anyway. I’d looked in every room I entered and didn’t see any. That didn’t mean there couldn’t be something hidden, I supposed.

Ugh. What if there was a hidden camera? I checked my watch. It was 8:30. People had probably arrived at the clinic by now. If they caught me on camera or found my glasses and recognized them, when would the cops show up to arrest me?

Probably pretty soon.

“Oh, stop it, Lucy,” I said aloud, making Ollie tip his head at me. “It’s fine. Schuster was probably too cheap to have cameras, and no one’s going to recognize your readers, for heaven’s sake, even if they do find them.”

I made myself feel a bit better. Enough that, as I ate my avocado toast, my mind refocused on the ruined sweater.

After I washed the dishes, I put Ollie’s harness on, snapped on his leash, and we went to the Dip & Clip which, to my chagrin, was now decorated in all kinds of Valentine’s Day goop.

I found Darla in the back, cleaning out cages. “Do you know anyone who may want to adopt Ollie?”

The dog sat and tilted his head, as if he were as interested in the answer as I was.

Darla nearly banged her head on the cage at my voice, then scowled as she pulled out and looked at me. Then her expression softened as her gaze touched on the Boston terrier. “I thought you two were getting along better.”

“He’s eating my stuff all of a sudden. Designer slippers. My favorite sweater. I don’t think he likes me.”

Darla frowned. “That’s weird. He’s never been a chewer. Not since he got through the puppy phase anyway.

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