the highest point of land in the neighborhood. It stood on a rise a full ten feet or so above most of the other homes. In terrain as flat as that around Salutations, the small rise looked impressive. Ron was sure the retired couple had paid a premium for the lot.
“Nice house,” Mary said as they climbed out of the truck.
“They’re all nice,” Ron replied.
Both turned to see if the Buick was still following. In fact, it had pulled onto the shoulder of the street half a block away. They still could not see into the car, which sat there, its motor running. “Yep. That guy sucks for someone trying to keep an eye on us,” Mary commented.
“To heck with him. Let’s get down to business.” Ron started up the drive and headed for the door, Mary right behind him. But before they could get to the front stoop, the door opened and out stepped Mr. Brill.
“Hello, son,” Brill said, extending his hand. Brill was a retired executive for Exxon. He and his wife had wanted to retire to Florida and had chosen Salutations as the place. They hadn’t counted on something eating their dogs, and the couple was pretty upset about it. Brill’s pale features were prone to redden either in the sun or whenever he was angry. Just then, the great bush of white eyebrow that made a single line across his forehead accentuated his emotion-ruddied skin.
Ron took Brill’s hand and indicated Mary who had come up beside him. “This is Mary Niccols, Mr. Brill. She’s an expert on capturing problem animals, and I thought you might want to talk to her and let her take a look around. She has quite a bit more experience in these matters than I do.”
Brill grasped Mary’s hand, winced at the quick pressure of the gator trapper, and reclaimed his fingers. “Hello, Ms. Niccols. You’re more than welcome to look around, if you think it’ll help you figure out what’s happened. But first, I want to show you two something.”
“What is that, Mr. Brill?”
Brill had a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he admonished. “Keep it down. I’ll show you, but I don’t want my wife to see. She was really attached to Sarah. That was our Airedale,” he added. “I haven’t told her about it, and was really happy when you called this morning. Don’t know how long something like this would keep before I’d have to throw it in the freezer, and I sure didn’t want to do that.”
“What are you talking about?”
Brill had started around the house. Riggs and Niccols were following him through a covered breezeway that connected his garage to his house, and through which one could access his large back yard. Beyond the yard was the forest against which Salutations was waiting to encroach; sixty species of trees waited just beyond Brill’s yard, waiting to be left alone, or to be felled.
In the back yard Brill led them over to a very nice brick building almost as large as Mary’s own house. It was merely a workroom and storage structure for the retired executive. Both of the wage slaves were growing more impressed by the expression of wealth around them. “I put it back here,” Brill told them as he got out his keys and unlocked the door. “I have a little refrigerator in here, where I keep drinks when I’m working here in the shed.” They went in, greeted by a rush of cool air.
“Some shed,” Mary muttered. The room was large: fourteen feet on a side, a neat one fourth of the building. The trapper wondered what was in the other rooms. This one was full of woodworking equipment. Fine stuff, she noted. Strictly top-of-the-line.
The older man went over to a tabletop attached to the far wall. He opened the door of the dorm-sized refrigerator and reached in, producing a bundle about the same dimensions as a big hardback book. His guests noted that it was a white towel, folded neatly to contain something. Brill laid it on the tabletop as the pair came to him, and he unwrapped it.
“What do you have?” Ron asked, looking.
Brill said nothing. Inside the towel was a plastic bag, which he gingerly opened. He spilled the contents out on the towel.
Unmistakably, what was there was the paw of a large dog, and a section of leash composed of a fine linked chrome chain. The paw had been very neatly sheared off. The chain, too, appeared to have been