Logan looked at the pictures spread out on Sheriff Devol's desk. It was late, he was travel weary and his eyes were fatigued. Maybe that's why this particular group of shots looked particularly harsh. The dogs had been torn to shreds, the human bodies faring not much better.
"Were both dogs owned by the same person?" he asked.
Devol shook his head. "Chad Leighton owned the older Lab. The younger one belonged to his daughter. She'd gone away for a couple of days and left it with her dad. Hell of a thing for her to come home to."
"Were they in a fenced yard?' Logan wanted to know.
The sheriff nodded. "Chad didn't let them run loose. And he didn't leave them out at night. He'd just let both of them out to take care of business before locking up for the night. Went to do something at the other end of the house. Heard them bark a little but didn't think anything of it."
"No growling? Shrieking? Like some animal had gotten into the yard?"