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report to the rangers in Ellor’s
Loop and surrounding towns. I’ll see what reports they’re getting,
check the towns’ vets, see who has incidents of hurt or dead dogs.
Hopefully we can find a common link.”
    “One link and
we can follow the whole thread.” Kirk started for the door. “Okay,
I’ll report back to the boss, let him know what’s happening, and we
can alert the cops in nearby towns.”
    Moz helped
Grant slide the dog into a bag and place it in the freezer kept
especially for animal bodies. Once they’d finished, they washed
their hands and went into the office where Grant dropped down into
the chair behind the desk.
    Moz remained
standing, hands in his pockets as he peered out the window.
    “How’s the
house hunting going?” Grant queried.
    “Not easy,”
Moz replied. “Julia’s boarding house is lovely, very peaceful, but
Mozart isn’t happy.”
    “Mozart
doesn’t like staying with Elissa and Simon?”
    “He and Arthur
don’t get on.”
    “Arthur’s an
old cat who has claimed Simon’s house as his. Having an interloper
isn’t going to go down well.”
    Leaning his
hips back against the wall, Moz folded his arms. “Julia said I
could have him at the boarding house, she was happy for him to stay
in the bedroom. Elissa said not to worry, Arthur would get over it.
Dee said Mozart can stay at the flat or Ryder’s depending on where
their cats are at the time. I just don’t feel right about any of
it.”
    “Shifting him
from place to place with the smell of strange cats constantly
around can cause some issues.”
    “Yeah. Don’t
want him to start fire-hosing the places down. Nothing worse than
the smell of cat piddle.”
    Grant
grimaced. “Actually, trust me, there are worse things.”
    “Okay. But I
don’t want him starting to spray other people’s homes.” Moz sighed.
“I really need to get a house, move Mozart back in with me. I could
have left him in a boarding cattery but he gets freaked.”
    “Bad
memories.”
    “Yeah, bad
memories.”
    “He can stay
with me,” Grant offered. “I told you that.”
    “I appreciate
it, but you already have an assortment of strays living with
you.”
    “My place is
still bigger than a bedroom.”
    “Argh!” Moz
rubbed his brow. “I don’t want to foist him on to different people
all the time. I just need to find a house and get him home with
me.”
    Grant smiled
slightly. “I get it. I’ll continue to keep an eye out for you.”
    “Thanks.” Moz
pushed away from the wall. “Speaking of Mozart, I better go and
visit him. He gets a little freaked if I don’t see him.”
    “You mean the
way he chewed through the wool blanket?”
    “He’s a little
unsettled.”
    “Moz, that cat
is a lot more than a little unsettled.”
    “Okay, so he
has some issues. Give him a break.” Moz started for the door.
“Catch you later.”
    The drive to
Simon’s house was nice, the sun hot outside, summer all around.
Hot, dry, yet life still went on. Kids still played, birds took
shelter in the trees, sheep grazed, the fields were as a summer
season would find them.
    Pulling into
Simon’s driveway, he got out and stretched, inhaling the summer
air. Yep, hot, but it was fresh country air, too, all clean and
wholesome. He’d only been here a short time, but he’d visited
Gully’s Fall a few times since his sister hooked up with the
redheaded firie so it wasn’t a strange place. Best decision he’d
ever made was accepting the job as RSPCA inspector and moving to
this side of Australia. New life, new job.
    Going up onto
the veranda, he spotted the old, snaggled-toothed, one-eyed cat
giving him the wary eye from the old armchair in the corner of the
veranda.
    “Hey, Arthur.”
Moving across to him, Moz knelt on one knee and proffered his
fingers to the cat.
    Arthur sniffed
his fingers before looking away with a put-upon expression.
    Grinning, Moz
rubbed behind his ears gently, rewarded by the spasmodic purring
that broke out.
    The door
opened,