“Be careful,” Annette’s voice sounded distant coming from the cell phone. “Nanuck is acting all strange, like something’s spooking him.”
“It’s probably just the storm,” Diane said. “Looks like it’s going to start early. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“You’d better be,” Annette said.
When Diane hung up, she could hear Nanuck whining in the background. The dog was probably after another serving of dinner. Doc Abraham had already warned Annette to put Nanuck on a diet. If there was one thing that Annette couldn’t deny any human or animal, it was food.
* * * *
It was nearly nine P.M. by the time Diane and Pete finished up at the Allen farm and deposited the collection of bloodless body parts in the inn. At this rate, they were going to need to find more freezer space.
“Still think we do
