After leaving the vet, they stopped at the pet store on Market. The owner fawned over the puppy while suggesting what foods Wylie should buy him. It wasn’t until they were at the counter—so he could pay for the large bag of dry food, a dozen cans of wet, food bowls, and a grooming brush—that she realized who he was.
“You’re the man who caught Alicia Harte. I just don’t understand why she did that.” She shuddered. “Poor Nelly. Poor Emma. At least Emma’s still alive thanks to you and Garry.”
“And Carl,” Garry pointed out.
“Well, of course.” She shook her head. “That man has his fingers into everything, I swear.”
“That he does. Okay, do you have everything you need?” Garry asked Wylie.