CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The Curly Choir GirlJackson stood on the front doormat with his notebook still in his left hand after issuing Poodle-lady with an unfair warning for her constipated pooch. He raised his right eyebrow as Kit threw open the door. She beat him to the punch, lifting a hand to silence him. “Let me guess. Poodle-lady and Hedge-man called in a disturbance in suburbia. As you can see, there’s nothing exciting happening.” Kit jerked her head towards the lobby. “Alec is inside waiting to see you. His coffee is terrible.” She breezed past him and didn’t give him time to respond before jogging to her car and unlocking the door. Hedge-man had returned to butchering his camelia and a brown smear remained where Poodle-lady had collected the anonymous poop. Kit patted the Bug’s steerin
