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seen it too many times. He probably got intoxicated and drowned. On purpose or not.”
    I couldn’t believe it. I glanced down at Karma. The images I picked up from him were not of a suicide. But how could I explain it? I couldn’t just say, ‘ Hey, I got these psychic images from the dog so I know something else happened here .’ He wouldn’t believe me anyway. And it would definitely end my quest to be considered normal. I sighed. Then remembered something I could say.
    “He’d been showing up every day with new bruises and pretty beat up. Don’t you think it’s odd that he would end up…” I couldn’t say it out loud. “You know, after someone had obviously been violent with him?”
    “There’s always violence in Pirate City. An autopsy will be performed, though, so if you want to check with me in a month or so, the report should be filed and I can let you know for sure.” He dug out a card and held it out. “Thank you for your time.” Then he glanced down at Karma. “Are you willing to take responsibility for his dog?”
    “Yes, of course.” And then something occurred to me. “Wait. If he doesn’t have any family, how will there be a funeral?”
    “If we can’t locate next of kin, he’ll be cremated and his remains will be scattered in the Gulf eventually.”
    I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up. “Thank you.” I clutched his card in one hand and pushed myself off of the ground with the other. “Come on, Karma. Let’s go home.”

 
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    “You look like death!” Monday morning, Sylvia arrived, locked the boutique door behind her and hurried over to me. She, on the other hand, looked like an angel in her white linen pant suit, her liquid eyes full of concern. “What’s going on?” She paused, the wad of keys dangling off her finger. “And who is this?”
    “Sylvia meet Karma…Karma, this is Sylvia.” I heard the listlessness in my voice, but I couldn’t find the energy to care. Karma shared my bed last night because he wouldn’t leave my side and he snored. Loud. All night. Besides being sad, I was exhausted.
    “Alô, Karma.” Her hands rested on her hips. “This is the homeless guy’s dog, no?”
    “Yes. Mad Dog is…gone.” I pulled myself up off the stool. “The police think it was a suicide, but it wasn’t.”
    Sylvia stood, staring from me to Karma, processing this. Finally, a string of Portuguese came out on a long sigh. I have no idea what she said, but I knew she had grasped the situation.
    “Okay. Karma, you smell bad. If you’re going to stay here, you need a bath.” She dropped her keys in the drawer beneath the counter and clapped her hands. Karma lifted his head. “Come on, pobre cão. Let’s get you cleaned up so you don’t run our customers out of here.”
    To my surprise, Karma pushed himself up and lumbered after her. I watched him go, his head and tail still hanging. I felt the stirrings of dark emotions. Anger, for one. I replayed the images I had received from Karma. There was a townhouse, gray with an A frame in front, flat roof in back; then Karma ran down a street, then jumped in the water, swimming. He must have pulled Mad Dog from the water. How did Mad Dog get in the water? Karma always stayed by Mad Dog’s side. So, why was Karma running down the street alone?
    I picked Detective Blake’s card up from the counter and stared at it. Should I just tell him what I saw? Would he even believe me? Probably not. No, I had to find real evidence. Something to make him investigate Mad Dog’s death as a…a what? A murder? My heart jumped. Well, if it wasn’t a suicide then that’s what it was, right? Murder.
    Oh, Mad Dog…what did you get yourself into? I didn’t know, but I was going to find out.
    Karma turned out to be a big hit with our customers. He spent the day sprawled out by the counter, his head on his paws, sad brown eyes watching the comings and goings from beneath a wrinkled brow. Sylvia had scrubbed