Chapter 2
Inside the house, hundreds of tiny glass splinters glittered in the lamplight as the rapidly chilling night air flowed through the broken window.
Anger simmered as he surveyed the damage. He considered and dismissed the idea of leaving the “crime scene” intact so the sheriff could look at it. No one would come out at night unless it was an emergency. And this mess couldn’t wait till morning—Gideon might cut his paws on the glass. And Owen was not willing to spend the night shivering in a worse than usual draft.
So he devoted the next hour to sweeping up glass, shaking out rugs, and taping up the broken window. While he worked, he thought about what the boys had revealed. It wasn’t difficult to guess just who the “she” was who had paid those kids to throw the rock. Myrtle McCra
