Jared was by my side in seconds, and Mart flung open the door at about the same moment. All three of us and the dogs stood staring at the creepy display on the concrete, and then Jared took out his phone and called Tuck.
Thank goodness for leashes because Taco lunged toward the stack and almost grabbed what looked to be the severed head of a Cabbage Patch Doll to use as a chew toy. Mart stepped over the pile and took the leashes to lead the dogs into the backyard away from temptation. If the gift hadn’t been so very creepy, the hound’s reaction might have been funny, even desirable.
But as Jared confirmed when he finished his call, we needed to not disturb anything. “There might be fingerprints,” he said as he put his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him.
“Right. I’ve seen that
