Oh. My. Dog! #43

Posted: August 6, 2017 in Flash Fiction, Oh. My. Dog!
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Mr Cairns went pale, then colour rose to his cheeks. “Are you sure, Bud?” Bud produced one of his silent barks.

We watched in wonder as Mr Cairns placed a call. “Jones, do you know if there is still someone in the jeweller’s neighbourhood?”

The answer seemed to please him. “All right, tell him to wait for us. I’ll pick you up in five minutes!”

When he realised our questioning looks, he just nodded at Bud. “Ask him!”

Bud laid his paw on my knee.

What is it, Ken?!”

I saw the jeweller’s shop, a hooded guy stepping out the door, casually walking to a blue Ford Mondeo, getting in. As soon as the door closed, the car sped toward the junction where it came in contact with a freshly painted wall to avoid colliding with another car. The other driver hit the accelerator and was gone, the Mondeo was steered out of sight.

And it was really the other couple’s stolen car? The near-miss must have panicked them.”

That’s probably what made them end up in the Ouse.”

Lynx smiled. “Your husband masters the art of connecting the dots. It will not be difficult to find the damaged car.”

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  1. I’m gonna have to read the previous posts…

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