The next morning, right after Wyatt had left for work, Meadow showed up at the door with Boris in tow.
“Good morning!” sang out Meadow as she wrestled Boris inside. “Just thought I’d try to speak with somebody about the case. Talking to Ramsay right now is like talking to a brick wall. I should just save my breath.”
Noo-noo gave an audible sigh as Boris, clearly in a very keyed-up mood, danced around the kitchen, clearly hoping treats of some kind might be in order. Then the big dog stopped short, staring in gape-mouthed wonder at Cammie.
The tiny dog gave him a stern look.
Meadow’s eyes were huge. “Cammie! I’d forgotten all about her.”
Cammie looked coldly at Meadow as if she’d expected as much.
Boris cautiously crept forward, wanting very much to say hello to the dog.
“Gracious
