Murder, She Barked

Dolce stayed close to Ellie, but Jerry’s dog, Chief, perked up and trotted to the fence to see his pal, Trixie. They sniffed each other through the pickets, their tails wagging.

“Good morning, Mrs. Pierce.” I called out to her softly.

“Holly!” The glimmer of a smile crossed her lips. “It’s so nice to see you around town. I bet Liesel loves having you here.”

“I wish it were under better circumstances. How are you holding up?”

She stood and crossed to the fence. “Chief’s having a tough time adjusting to life without a doggy door. And I . . . I still can’t believe Jerry’s gone. I think of all the times I was blazing mad with him, and I wish I could have those precious minutes back. But life doesn’t give you a do-over. Once they’re gone, you can’t go back and spend more time with them or be kind or patient. I . . .” She plucked at a rough fence picket. “I think the worst will be Saturday nights when he always came to dinner. It wasn’t much, nothing exciting really, but I’ll miss that.” She gazed at me and waggled her forefinger in my direction. “Enjoy the company of your grandmother while you can!”

Did she know something about Oma’s health? “How is Oma?”

“She’s been such a dear friend. I was concerned about going into business together to buy and show Dolce.” At the sound of his name, the tall dog came over to us and reached his head out to me to stroke. “But it has worked out just fine. Liesel wasn’t upset with me about the gate, only Jerry.” Her mouth twitched into a scowl.

“Is this the gate in question?” I asked.

“Yes.” She demonstrated the latch as she spoke.

I peered at it. “There’s a hole for a padlock.”

“I’ve never used a padlock. Never had to. You have to pull up this part and scoot it back to release the gate. I chose this lock because it’s simple but unlikely to be opened by dog paws.” She scratched the back of her left hand. “In thirty years of living in this house, no dog has ever opened it. It’s not impossible, I guess, but it seems unlikely. Even if a dog pawed at it, that locking mechanism would move downward, latching it closed.”

I chose my words carefully so I wouldn’t put ideas in her head. “What do you think happened?”

“Oh, I can tell you what happened!” she said angrily. “Someone opened the gate!”

Twenty-two

It was anger that put color back into Ellie’s cheeks but I was glad to see she still had spunk. “Did someone visit you that night?”

“It should all be so clear to me, shouldn’t it? I haven’t gone daft yet, no matter what my darling son said, but part of me died with him. If it weren’t for the dogs forcing me to get up and out, I’d be hiding in my bed. Let’s see . . .” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It was rainy and foggy that night. Jerry was supposed to come for dinner but an emergency arose. Such is the life of the mayor. I had made chicken and dumplings because it was such a rotten, cold day and,” she smiled wryly, “I was worried about how to keep it warm for him. Funny the things that were so important to me only a day or two ago. Shelley stopped by on her way home from the inn. Liesel likes to send leftover dog food, which is such a help with dogs this size. Shelley knows better than to leave the gate ajar. Other than that, I don’t remember anyone coming by. Actually, Dolce wouldn’t have been outside in the rain, but he got the zoomies after Shelley visited.”

“The zoomies?”

“He runs around like a crazed animal. Our trainer told us to always make him go outside when he gets the zoomies because—” she gestured toward him “—you can imagine the chaos and broken furniture if a big dog like this runs wild in the house. I shooed him outside so he could work off that energy. A little while later, I heard a scream, and when I ran outside, Sven and Liesel were laying in the road.”

It all sounded very plausible to me, except for one thing that set me on edge by its glaring omission. I pussyfooted around it. “Was the gate open when you ran outside?”

“Now let me think on that a minute.” She pulled off her garden gloves. “It was so misty but I could hear Liesel calling for help. There’s no mistaking that accent . . .” She concentrated. “Yes, of course the gate was open. At the time I was so focused on Liesel that I didn’t give it much thought.”

I held onto the picket fence to steady myself. The situation grew worse by the moment. “When did you realize that Dolce was missing?” The words escaped my mouth as a whisper.

Ellie Pierce’s eyes met mine. “Not until the ambulance left with Sven in it, and Liesel asked about him.”

I tried to rationalize. Maybe someone had seen Dolce running loose and had called the inn. It didn’t mean someone had tried to lure Oma down here. Only I wasn’t able to convince myself of that. “Who found Dolce?”

“He showed up at Hair of the Dog. Brewster walked him home.”

He probably had an alibi for the time of the accident. If he was working at his bar, dozens of people would have seen him. “Thank you, Mrs. Pierce. Is there anything I can do to help you?”