Chapter 38

Hmm

He made his way to the street. A brown and black dog lay by the curb, dead.

“Son of a bitch.” It shouldn’t have died that quickly, not from rabies. He approached it cautiously, but sure as fire it was dead. He was surprised flies hadn’t started buzzing around it yet, but they would soon, and he needed it away from here. The last thing he wanted was dead animals piling up in front of the cottage he’d selected for Olivia.

A glance up the street showed a street sweeper lackadaisically pushing a broom and dragging his cart along behind him.

“Hey!” Tom waved him over.

“Help you?”

“Get rid of this dog, would you?” He reached into his pocket, took out a coin, and gave it to the man.

“Okay.” The man retrieved his shovel, scooped up the dog, and dropped the body into his cart.

Tom watched as the sweeper continued down the street, then turned, about to walk up the cobblestone drive. He came to an abrupt halt and rocked back.