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that rabbit come from?”
    “No one seems to know.” Blanche chewed her lip and ran a hand through her hair, making it stick up in several spots. The worry ate away at her usual polish.
    “Do you have a list of the attendees?” I asked. “I’d be happy to follow up with the Greyhound owners.”
    “I don’t have anything on paper. My handwriting is so awful.” She lifted her hands. “I do everything on my little tablet computer. Let me find the spreadsheet and I’ll email it to you.”
    She motioned me back in the house. I glanced at Blaze and Trixie who were still stretched out like sunbathers on the concrete.
    As we stepped back inside, Blanche picked up a small tablet computer from the kitchen counter and asked for my email address. Then with a couple of swipes and taps, she was done.
    “There you go,” she said. “I get so frustrated with people my age who think they’re too old to embrace technology. I love it. I keep my appointments, my contacts, all of my documents right here.” She slid the tablet onto the counter. “Much better than a desk calendar, a handbag stuffed full of business cards, or a bunch of handwritten notes you can’t read.”
    No doubt about it, Blanche LeRue disproved the idea you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. I could see why Diana thought so highly of her. She was a woman to be reckoned with. She’d taken a hit; she might be flustered today, but she was a fighter. She’d be okay.
    I said good-bye to Blanche and told her I’d make contact with each of the Greyhound owners and then would keep her apprised of who accepted her offer and of my follow-ups with them.
    BACK AT THE office, I checked my email and downloaded the list of Greyhound owners Blanche had sent through cyberspace. There weren’t fifty, thank God. Some of them weren’t local, some owners had multiple dogs. Still, in any event, it was a lot of appointments. Blanche had asked that I bill her instead of the Greyhound rescue and I had agreed, full well knowing I’d do the follow-ups gratis.
    Every board member except for Sam and Diana had Greyhounds. Sam had gotten conned into being a Greys Matter board member by Diana and by his grandmother. It wasn’t that Sam wasn’t a dog person, but a Greyhound wouldn’t have been a good choice for him. Couch potato and Sam didn’t belong in the same sentence. He needed a dog as active as he was.
    Sam was a catch in his own right, but I’d resisted his invitations at first. What I’d found I couldn’t hold out against was that the man also owned the dog of my dreams, a handsome Border Collie named Mac. Some women picked their dates based on their portfolio. I picked my dates based on their pets.
    Sam’s grandmother had two of the small Italian Greyhounds. Ari and Angel were sweet, well-behaved dogs, and she doted on them. They’d been in attendance at the Fifty Shades event.
    Alana and Dave Benda also had the two Italian Greyhounds we’d talked about when Alana had been sizing up my fashion sense. I could probably try to catch Dave at the office to ask about them, but he was in and out so much, I decided to try Alana instead. I called but got voicemail so left her a message. I made a note.
    Scheduling all these appointments would be a daunting task on top of my normal client load. And I still needed to talk to Verdi about Eugene.
    Thinking I could mark two things off my list at once, I called Verdi’s cell. I would enlist her help in organizing the appointments, and it would give us a chance to talk. Again, voicemail. Did no one answer their phones anymore?
    Next on my list was to call Detective Malone and get my brooch back. I had no hope for anything but voicemail this time.
    Before I could make the call to Malone, my cell phone rang.
    I glanced at the number. This time is was my mother. If I didn’t bite the bullet and take her call, she’d just keep trying. The woman was Texas tough and Montgomery stubborn. There was a good chance if I avoided her calls