Chapter 50

“Why don’t you tell me how the dog got out? You obviously care enough about the dog to come to court to get it back. So how does one lose something that one cares about so much? And did you put out flyers before—” she paused to read something “—before you saw the dog and Mr. Baron at the market? Did you try to find him?”

“Of course!” Terrence held up a hand-drawn notice that could have been a year old or a day old. “We had these up all over the neighborhood.”

She summoned the bailiff to hand her the notice. “And the dog ran away because…”

Terrence nervously scratched at his scalp. “Well, to be honest, my wife would put him out in the daytime. The dog was a bit of a nervous one, you know? So, like, if somebody walks by, he starts up. If a squirrel gets too close, he goes off again. All day, every day, and loud, too. It bounced right off the walls, it was so sharp. She tried to put up with him, but she just couldn’t stand the barking.”