B R Snow [Snow - The Case of the Prescient Poodle

A Thousand Islands Doggy Inn Mystery

B.R. Snow

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Copyright 2018 B.R. Snow

ISBN: 978-1-942691-43-3

Website: www.brsnow.net/

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Cover Design: Reggie Cullen

Cover Photo: James R. Miller

Other Books by B.R. Snow

The Thousand Islands Doggy Inn Mysteries

• The Case of the Abandoned Aussie
• The Case of the Brokenhearted Bulldog
• The Case of the Caged Cockers
• The Case of the Dapper Dandie Dinmont
• The Case of the Eccentric Elkhound
• The Case of the Faithful Frenchie
• The Case of the Graceful Goldens
• The Case of the Hurricane Hounds
• The Case of the Itinerant Ibizan
• The Case of the Jaded Jack Russell
• The Case of the Klutz King Charles
• The Case of the Lovable Labs
• The Case of the Mellow Maltese
• The Case of the Natty Newfie
• The Case of the Overdue Otterhound

The Whiskey Run Chronicles

• Episode 1 The Dry Season Approaches
• Episode 2 Friends and Enemies
• Episode 3 Let the Games Begin
• Episode 4 Enter the Revenuer
• Episode 5 A Changing Landscape
• Episode 6 Entrepreneurial Spirits
• Episode 7 All Hands On Deck
• The Whiskey Run Chronicles The Complete Volume 1

The Damaged Posse

• American Midnight
• Larrikin Gene
• Sneaker World
• Summerman
• The Duplicates

Other Books

• Divorce Hotel
• Either Ore

I looked around the windowless white room as I rubbed my tender wrists. Five minutes ago, theyd been secured behind my back by a pair of way too tight handcuffs that had snagged skin and drawn blood. I held both hands up in front of my face to examine the red semicircles then glanced around the room again.

This isnt too bad, I said.

Compared to what? Josie said, frowning.

I dont know, I said with a shrug. This is my first time in jail. But I guess it could be a lot worse. I was worried they were going to put us in one of those disgusting cells with a toilet in the middle of the room.

Give them time, Josie said. First comes the questioning, then comes lockup. After that, Im sure well be making the transition to peeing in public.

Well, arent you the eternal optimist, I said, glancing under the table we were sitting next to.

What on earth are you doing?

Just checking for listening devices, I said, running a hand along the bottom of the table.

Josie shook her head at me and stretched her legs out and arched her back.

Okay, Columbo. Knock yourself out.

Hey, in situations like this, you cant be too careful, I said, sitting back in the chair after my search came up empty.

How long do you think this is going to last?

The questioning or the sentencing? I said.

The sentencing? Whos being the eternal optimist now?

Its a legitimate concern. Do you think weve committed a felony? I said, glancing over at her.

Poultry theft? A felony? she said, shaking her head. No, it cant be more than a misdemeanor, right?

I guess it depends on how valuable the birds are, I said.

That would be a pretty fowl reason to go to prison, Josie deadpanned.

Dont start, I said, making a face at her.

Suzy, Im sitting in the police station in a windowless room when I could be home snacking in bed and staring out at the ocean. Youre lucky I dont have my hands around your throat.

So, now this is all my fault, I said, pouting.

Of course, its your fault, she snapped. It was your idea. And if you hadnt started mouthing off to that cop, we might not even be here facing the prospect of having to pee in public.

I didnt like his attitude, I said, flashing back to my confrontation with the policeman.

Hes a cop, Suzy. Not the ice cream man.

Dont mention food, I said, shaking my head. Im starving.

Yeah, me too, Josie said. I wonder how the food is in here.

Im gonna go with dreadful, I said. But maybe Chef Claire will be able to smuggle some stuff in.

For your sake, I sure hope so, Josie said, grinning. Because I bet they serve their prisoners a lot of fish.

Dont even joke about that, I said, cringing.

We glanced up when the door opened and gave the man a small wave.

Detective Renfro, I said. Im surprised to see you here.

Right back at you, the detective said, sitting down across from us and tossing a folder on the table. He glanced back and forth at us, shaking his head the entire time. Let me start by reminding you that you are guests in Cayman and that the privilege can be revoked at any time.

Well, technically, were property owners, I said. So, that must put us in a different category than your normal tourist, right?

Shut it, Josie whispered.

Absolutely, Detective Renfro said, nodding. You are definitely in a different category from normal.