If you’ll notice, the picture illustrating this week’s serial section is of a local dog, Azula, currently at the Humane Society awaiting her furever home. The next 5 sections will also feature one of the many dogs awaiting a home. If you’re looking for a new member of the family, please consider contacting the Humane Society.
Part 2 of 7 See Part 1 here.
After lunch, Jean and Karen drove over to the radio station instead of calling. In the office they talked to the secretary, Barbara.
“Dogs for sale?” Barbara asked.
“Yes.” Jean showed her the lost dog flyer. “We’re trying to find this dog. The Humane Society told us there’s a market for stolen dogs and that they get sold through the newspaper and radio, sometimes. So we thought we’d look.
Barbara’s eyebrows went up. “I had no idea.”
“Let me look.” She pulled up a list on her computer. “No.” She shook her head. “No dogs for sale. Sorry.”
Jean saw the woman slump a little, then she brightened. “Let me make a copy of the flyer. I’ll keep my eyes open for an ad that resembles the dog.”
Jean handed her the flyer. “Thank you.”
When they left, Karen propped her arm on the window and tapped her fingers. “Why don’t we do the same thing at the paper. Go over and give them a copy of the flyer and have them keep an eye out for a dog sale?”
“Good idea.” Jean grinned. “We can get the whole town looking for the dog.”
After they finished at the paper, Jean drove Karen home. “Maybe the dog is really just lost. Keep your eyes open for Sandy on your walk, tonight.”
Karen got out and held the door open as she leaned in. “Sure. You too. If she did wander off she could be anywhere by now.”
“Talk to you tomorrow.”
Karen nodded and closed the door.
At home, Jean stood and looked out of her garage door. It was late summer and hot. If Sandy was lost, she was going to be thirsty. There were a few water sources, ponds and such, in town. If the dog was going to be anywhere, it should be around the water. She went inside and closed the door. Something to do with Karen tomorrow.
The next day they hiked around every pond and stream in town. After a long, hot morning, they stopped at the Highway Diner to eat. Jean bought a paper from the newspaper box despite the fact she knew one was lying in her driveway. She opened it to the want ads and skimmed the page. “Darn. No dog.”
Karen sipped her iced tea. “Well, Margaret did say thieves wouldn’t advertise to sell a dog in its own area.” She sighed. “The dog is probably gone.”
Jean nodded. “Probably down in Phoenix or even Tucson by now.”
“Maybe the police have a handle on this. We should check with Nick.”
“I like checking the police department but I don’t think the Chief of Police is going to be aware of every lost dog report in town.” Jean thought he’d laugh himself silly at them.
Karen shrugged. “Then we’ll ask Paul. He’s not so prickly as Nick is. Anyway, they owe us for helping them with the last murder.”
Jean laughed. “I don’t think getting beaten up by a crazy woman counts as helping.”
“You know what I mean.” Karen laughed too.
“Sure. We can stop by there after lunch and see if Paul can help us out.”
At the police department, Lieutenant Paul Oliver came to the window to talk to them. “You want what?”
“We want to see a report on the number of missing dog reports you have.” Karen told him.
He raised an eyebrow. “We don’t track that.”
“You should,” Jean said. “The Humane Society said it’s becoming a problem.”
“No, stolen dogs. The owners just don’t realize the dogs aren’t lost, they’re stolen.”
Paul rubbed a hand over his sandy-brown crew cut. “Sounds nuts but let me dig around. I’ll let you know.”
Jean and Karen both grinned at him. “Thanks, Paul,” Karen said.
“Talk to Margaret over at the Humane Society. She has the whole story.”
“I’ll do that.”
Jean and Karen left. Jean felt pretty good as they walked to the car. “That’s progress, don’t you think?”
“I do. Paul has always been a good guy. If there’s something, he’ll find it.”
“But what do we do now?” Jean got in the car and clicked the lock to unlock the door for Karen.
Karen got in and put on her seat belt. “How about animal control? We could call them and ask questions.”
“I like it. Your house or mine?”
“Mine. I’ve got a roast in the crockpot I want to check.”
“Fair enough. Let’s go.”
At Karen’s, it took only a second for her to check on her food. She brought the phone book over to the kitchen table with the phone handset and sat down. “Glad I made fresh iced tea this morning.”
Jean nodded. She’d already drank half of her glass. “Me too. I’ve started making fruit water.”
“Yeah, a two-quart pitcher of water, some apple slices, or mint, or lemon, or orange or a mix. Let it set for a bit. Then drink whenever. I get tired of iced tea all the time.” Jean wiped condensation from the glass onto a napkin.
“That’s a great idea. I’ll have to try that.” Karen opened the phone book to the page with town listings. She ran her finger down the page. “Here they are, Animal Control.” She dialed the number and put it on speaker.
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