How to Kennel a Killer by Cat Clayton

Author:Cat Clayton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cat Clayton
Published: 2021-06-19T16:00:00+00:00

WE SCRAMBLED INTO THE Bug and drove out of town, heading north. I vaguely recalled Buzz McCoy’s hunting cabin’s location. Pop and I had been out there once, but it’d been at least two years since then. He has a long-distance range set up and Pop had needed to sight in his rifle. Locating the property, with Pop driving, in the middle of the day seemed easy; finding it in the dark would not prove to be so simple.

I turned down Farm to Market road 218. If memory served me correctly, cedar posts lined the entry of his gravel driveway, located only a few miles outside of town.

I am getting the willies, Chiquita.

“Nah,” I said to him, coasting at a safe speed. “We’ll have a look, and then, be on our way.”

If you say so.

“You worry too much,” I told him.

You do not worry enough.

“There it is!” I flipped on my blinker as soon as I spotted the cedar post entry. I pulled to the side of the road. What in the heck hung on the barbed wire fence? Were those... oh my! I counted eleven pairs of tighty whities strung along the fence. The sight gave new meaning to the phrase “airing your dirty laundry in public.”

I turned into the drive, jammed my foot into the clutch, killed the lights, and shifted into second gear. The car bumped along; the tires crunching gravel. Thankfully, the moon illuminated the driveway enough for me to see in front of the car and not run into the barbed wire fences running along the ditches.

Up ahead, I saw Buzz’s small cabin. A dim light glowed through the windows. Did he live out here now, or was he hiding out? Jackson had mentioned he’d stopped by Buzz’s place in town only to find him not there.

Halfway down the driveway, I pulled the Bug over to the side and switched the engine off.

“Do you want to go with me or stay in the car?” I asked Cuff.

He whined, his sickle-shaped tail wagging. That is a dumb question, Chiquita.

“You’re right, let’s go.” I unbuckled my seatbelt. When I opened the driver’s side door and the dome light came on, I panicked.

“Crap! Hurry and get out!”

Cuff jumped out, and I shut the door. I clenched my jaw as the light took forever to fade and finally switch off.

I hope he is inside and did not see the light.

“Me, too, little buddy. C’mon. Let’s see what we can find.” As I tip-toed along the gravel, I began to question my motive. What in the heck am I doing? What will I do if I see something suspicious? Or worse, what if we’re caught?

I think these questions should have crossed your mind earlier. Before we left the apartment. Just sayin’.

My pup had a point.

“We’re here. We might as well have a look around,” I whispered.

We stopped at the end of the driveway, about ten yards from the cabin. Nobody moved inside and no sounds came from the dwelling. An eerie, someone-is-watching-me feeling crept up my spine.

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