FLUFF
AND FIDO,
R.I.P.
"Tell me more about these pets that got poisoned," you say.
"Come with me." You go with Sam into his back yard. In a shady corner, a little tombstone reads Jack Rumpus. As you approach, a creature bigger than your fist hops deeper into the shadows.
Sam's voice
is sad. "I told you everything already. We have three pets stone
dead and a couple others were seriously sick. Not a mark on any of ‘em.
My vet said Jack Rumpus was poisoned." Pause.
"The police have been no help whatsoever. Isn't there something the
city can do about this?"
"I hope so," you say. After a moment, you go back to the car.