“I don’t like this,” Hangman said.
Stunned, I didn’t reply. I just stood there, not knowing what to think. Why would they smuggle heads? My hands felt weak and my stomach knotted mercilessly. When I swallowed, I found a lump in my throat.
Finally I set the lids back onto the canisters and tamped them down, hard. I didn’t like the look of this. What had we blundered into? The dogs wouldn’t save body parts from routine murders; far too risky. And they certainly wouldn’t smuggle heads into the country without reason. No, I’d missed something important, something less than obvious. In any case, they’ve got to be valuable, a voice inside me said. Find out who wants them and half the problem’s gone.
In any case, they’ve got to be valuable,. Find out who wants them and half the problem’s goneB
