Oh. My. Dog! #22

Posted: October 11, 2015 in Flash Fiction, Oh. My. Dog!
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Mr Cairns’ assistant rushed out to gather the team. I started trembling. Mr Cairns noticed my discomfort. “What’s the matter, Ken?”

I tried to speak – to no avail. Mr Cairns grabbed a bottle of water, kneeling at my side. I drank, making eye contact with Bud. He immediately laid his paw on Mr Cairns knee. “Good grief!”

Having emptied the bottle, I cleared my throat. “As Trish doesn’t talk to you, please let us go inside. A different approach might be in order.”

If she knows this man, she might know his car. And – hurry! As my team knows that Trish is here, the information about the car and the man is more believable.”

Mr Cairns walked us to the interview room. A WPC was standing guard in the anteroom. Mr Cairns released her and sent us inside.

Hi Trish. I’m glad to see you’ve got your bag back.”

Bud trotted around the table and nudged her hand. She looked at him and – smiled.

This is Bud, my name is Ken. Lynx sends her regards.”

Hi.”

This is important: Who is the man you saw and – do you know his car?”

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