Chapter 11
“Dee? You up?” Mac called as he came in the front door with Barley scrambling to get ahead of him. “You’ll never guess who I brought home!” Dee would be so happy to have the dog back, even though she might not show it. Barley had become her pet as much as Mac’s.
“Dee?” Mac stooped down to take Barley’s harness and leash off so he could be free to roam again. Predictably he went immediately for the kitchen. It was a little odd that there was a light on out there, since Dee had always been a bit of a nag about turning lights off when you left a room. “I’m not made of money,” she’d said, more than once.
“Dee?” he called again, thinking maybe she was watching TV. Wasn’t Chopped on tonight? As he neared the living room, there was silence and no Dee.
Mac looked down at his watch.
