Josiah Reynolds opened her front door to find her neighbor, Sandy Skaggs, clutching her poodle mutt, Georgie. “Hi Josiah. Sorry to bother you. Can you keep my dog for a couple of days while I check on my mother? She’s ill and needs help.”
Josiah reluctantly said yes, not because she didn’t want to take care of the animal. She had room for a little dog like Georgie. She was reluctant because Sandy Skaggs’s mother couldn’t be ill. She was, in fact, dead. Josiah knew this as she had attended the woman’s funeral.
What would cause Sandy to tell such a lie? And a stupid one at that. Was she trying to signal that she was in distress and needed help? Our sleuth was trying to sort out a possible reason when Sandy handed the dog over, smiled, and waved farewell, jogging to her minivan.
Josiah returned Sandy’s wave and Georgie barked goodbye, neither one having a clue if they would ever see Sandy Skaggs again. In eight hours, Sandy would disappear from the face of the earth, and no one, not ever Josiah, would be able to find her.