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He scooched closer to her until their hips touched. He wrapped an
arm around her waist, and she stiffened, suddenly going quiet. His
breath hitched. Had he misread her signals? Did she not want him to
Mind racing, he released her. “I’m—”
A loud rustling in the bushes stopped him short.
Leo jumped to his feet as a golden retriever tore out of the
“What on earth!” Mona shrieked.
The dog wailed loudly and charged at them. Was that blood on its
fur? Was it rabid? Had it been attacked by something?
Instinctively, Leo stepped between Mona and the dog. He
regretted taking off his boots. Trouble never seemed to be far away; a
string of bad luck seemed to have stalked the town of Magnolia Falls
recently. The dog barked and whined mournfully.
“He’s hurt,” Mona said, moving toward the retriever.
“Hold up, hold up,” Leo said. “Don’t touch it.”
The dog barked at them sharply, then tore off back into the woods.
Leo and Mona glanced at each other. A moment later, the dog’s snout
poked through the bushes, and it barked again, as if beckoning them.
“He wants us to follow him,” Mona said.
“You stay here,” he told her, tying his laces.
“Not on your life,” she said, sticking her feet into her boots. “I’m
going with you.”
Mona snorted. “You like it.”
He swallowed. She was right. And maybe her retort meant she had
wanted him to put his arm around her?
She tore off after the dog, with Leo in hot pursuit.
The dog raced through the bushes, howling as it led them down a
narrow path toward the bottom of the falls. A sickening pit opened up
in Leo’s stomach. This was trouble—he knew it. He grabbed for his
shoulder radio and realized he hadn’t brought it along. Of course he
hadn’t. It was his day off. He wasn’t in uniform.
The dog galloped to the far side of a clearing. Once there, it
stopped short and growled.
Leo reached for his ankle holster. Thank goodness some habits
died hard, even when he was off duty in a small town.
“Stay here and call 911,” Leo said to Mona. She pulled out her cell
phone and dialed.
Leo reached the dog, now on point, and called out, “Police.”
The silence was deafening. Then the dog began to cry. It whined
and whimpered, finally laying its head on its forepaws.
“What is it, boy?” Leo asked. But somehow, he already knew.
He holstered his weapon and shoved aside the brush.
A body lay in the foliage—a man wearing a suit drenched in blood
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