CHAPTER NINE
SINCE THEIR MAIN SUSPECT was lying in the hospital in a coma, Heathcliffe called Brita and told her to hold off coming south. Next he called Alf.
“Are you sure you don’t need us, Cliffe? Pleasance has been dying to come down and check out Peyton’s new place.”
“You can come if you want, bro. I think the place is full up until tomorrow. But Max isn’t gonna be hurting anybody for a while, if ever.”
“Has anybody told Dolfe yet?”
Heathcliffe frowned. “I have a call in to him. He hasn’t called back. I just don’t believe Noire would stomp somebody without provocation. In fact, I can’t see him stomping anybody anyway. He might bite or kick, but only if he’s being mistreated. Stomping is not in his lexicon. Remember that dog that kept biting at him? Noire accidently stepped on him
