Officer Sixpence was waiting for them when they arrived. “What do ya got?” Horner asked before he’d even closed the car door behind him.
“No signs of a struggle.” The man pointed to the ground in front of him. “There’s some footprints here. Small ones. They go from the phone booth to the curb, and stop there.”
“Could they be hers?” Horner wondered.
Myles dropped to his knees and bent over to sniff them. “Yeah. That’s her print.”
“You’re sure?” the detective pressed.
“Without a doubt. I know her scent as well as the back of my paw. Besides, I know she’s running around barefoot. She left behind her boots when she struggled with those minos. I have them in my car.”
Myles stared at the small patch of grass bordering the streets. There were many such sections planted throughout the city.
