Gretchen nodded. "It's already forgotten. Raul, should I go over and feed the puppy?"
"Gretchen, don't worry about the dog. We're… I'm taking care of it."
Gretchen heard the change in Raul's tone of voice. She gazed deeply into his eyes and said, "He's dead, isn't he?"
There was no use trying to hide the truth. She would find out soon enough about the puppy. "Yes, he was also killed. Whoever had it in for Rollie was disturbed enough to do away with the dog."
Gretchen began crying again. There weren't many tears to wipe away, but she blew her nose so much that Raul worried she would get a b****y nose. While he held her and supplied tissue after tissue, Raul thought about why the killer would take the time to kill the dog. There were only two possible answers. Either the killer needed to
