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Puppy Love and Panic, page 1
Puppy Love and Panic
A Talking Dog Cozy Mystery
Heywood Hounds Cozy Mysteries
Book Four
Carly Winter
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Westward Publishing / Carly Fall, LLC
Copyright © 2024 by Carly Winter
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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Contents
Previously in the Heywood Hounds Cozy Mysteries…
About this book…
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Also by Carly Winter
About the Author
Previously in the Heywood Hounds Cozy Mysteries…
In Dog Treats and Death:
When Gina Dunner’s brother, Vic, is accused of murdering his ex-girlfriend, Gina isn’t surprised. Living the life of a womanizing ranch hand with questionable friends and a lifetime of bad choices had to catch up with him at some point.
After the Sheriff announces she has the right man, Vic vehemently denies the murder. When he begs Gina to help prove his innocence, she attempts to puts her doubts aside, despite him being the last one to see the woman alive. She and her rescue mutt, Daisy—a sweet, yet sassy, talking dog—start sniffing around into their own investigation.
In Paw Prints and Problems:
When restaurant owner, Sally Turner, finds her chef murdered, she realizes she’s in deep trouble… especially when she was the last one to see the victim alive and they’d been arguing when she left him. She turns to Gina for help in finding the real killer.
As Gina assists Deputy Trevor Hutchison exploration into the chef’s past, they find a cast of unsavory characters, lies and danger. Amidst the investigation, an unexpected guest - a rambunctious golden retriever named Zeus - lands on Gina’s doorstep. Juggling the search for a murderer and managing the mischievous canine tests Gina’s patience, leading to conflict with those around her.
With her talking dog, Daisy, at her side, will Gina be able to find the destructive Zeus a suitable home and navigate the investigation without becoming a victim herself?
Meanwhile in Furballs and Fatalities…
When the owner of Hammer and Nail Hardware is found dead, Gina's most loyal customer, Erika, becomes the prime suspect.
Despite having every reason to kill Molly Burton, Erika vehemently denies involvement and pleads with Gina to help uncover the real murderer. With almost all evidence pointing to Erika, Gina and her talking dog, Daisy, along with Deputy Trevor Hutchinson, delve into the secrets concealed behind the aisles of the hardware store. However, the clues they unearth leave them with more questions than answers.
Adding to the chaos, Gina takes in a bonded pair of dogs who prefer solitude. Daisy is determined to break them up, despite Gina's pleas to let them be.
As danger escalates, can Gina and Daisy hammer out the details and expose the true murderer?
And now on to Puppy Love and Panic…
About this book…
An innocent has never looked so guilty…
When a girl is found dead at an all-night house party, the sheriff accuses Gina’s son, Jacob, of being the murderer.
Despite the evidence stacked up against him, Gina is determined to find the real killer and bring them to justice. However, her quest for the truth is complicated by two unexpected obstacles: the fluffy, blonde puppy unexpectedly in her care, and the return of her long-estranged mother.
As she works to track down the murderer with her talking dog, Daisy, at her side, Gina realizes that her unscrupulous family history just might come in handy in helping her solve the case.
But how far will a mother go to prove her child’s innocence?
Chapter 1
“You’re really going out wearing that?” I asked, trying hard to hide my smile.
“It’s a disco party, so yes,” my son, Jacob said. “Annabelle told me this was a perfect outfit.”
As I stared at him in his white flared pants, matching jacket and black button-down shirt open to his navel, it made sense that he’d go to the most eclectic person I knew to get the look right.
“Well, she was right.” I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. “What time will you be home?”
He’d arrived back from college for Spring Break two days ago, and it had been a whirlwind of activities for him while catching up with old friends and hanging out with those in the area who hadn’t gone to California or Mexico. “I’m not sure, so don’t wait up.”
I gave him a quick once over as he pushed his blond hair out of his face. “You’re missing one thing,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
I rarely wore jewelry, but somewhere along the way I’d picked up a thick, gold chain. After pulling it from a drawer, I hurried back to the living room to find Daisy staring at him.
“He looks kind of stupid,” she said. “And I’m super sad he’s going out again. I wish he’d stay home and snuggle with me. I think that would be way more fun for both of us.”
I nodded, completely agreeing with my talking dog. I’d never say it out loud because I wouldn’t want to guilt trip my kid, but I also wished he’d stay home. But, at nineteen, he was free to do what he wanted. On the other hand, Daisy would be perfectly fine laying on the guilt thicker than peanut butter. Good thing Jacob couldn’t hear her.
“This will complete the look,” I said. Standing behind him, I clasped the chain around his neck. “You may want to gel your hair back as well to complete the John Travolta look.”
“The what look?”
“You have no idea who Annabelle has dressed you as?”
He shook his head and I pulled out my phone. On YouTube, I found a video of the iconic Saturday Night Live dance scene. When it ended, he laughed. “Yeah, I’m not dancing like that.”
“I don’t think you could if you tried,” I muttered, watching the video again. “Very few men have moves like that.”
Dang. Travolta knew how to gyrate those hips.
With a sigh, I clicked the phone off and smiled. “Are you going to do the hair?”
“I might as well,” Jacob replied. “Can you help me?”
“Sure.”
Daisy and I followed him down the hallway to the bathroom. Once there, I realized I wouldn’t be able to reach the top of his head, so with the gel and comb in hand, I instructed him to sit on the edge of the tub while I stood inside it. Once I’d achieved the blond version of John Travolta, I said, “Take a look.”
He stood and looked in the mirror, grimacing at his reflection.
“You look cute!” I said, stepping out of the tub.
“Whatever.”
“Do you have any idea of what time you’ll be home?” I asked, pressing the issue. I set down the gel and comb next to the sink.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged, and Daisy and I trailed behind him down the hall toward the front door. “It depends on who’s there and if it’s any fun.”
“Okay, but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “That leaves pretty much everything wide open, Mom.”
I rolled my eyes. Yes, I’d had a bit of a wild childhood, but most of the time, I found it to be an excellent idea to obey the law and stay out of prison. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”
“I won’t,” he muttered, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you when I see you. Love you.”
“Bye, Jacob,” Daisy called. “Miss you. I wish you’d stay home.”
After tapping her on the head and taking my keys, my kid was off to live his best life.
“Is Trevor coming over?” Daisy asked as we walked back to the couch.
“Yes,” I replied. “We’re supposed to watch a movie.”
I sat down, listening to the silence. Having my son home for Spring Break had been wonderful, and it made me realize how much I missed the constant chatter and his comings and goings. My only company while he was away at college was my talking dog, and sometimes I still wondered if me hearing her was a figment of my imagination.
Declaring my dog my only company was wrong. I’d been spending an awful lot of time with Deputy Trevor Hutchinson as well, to the point we’d fallen into some sort of dating pattern that I thoroughly enjoyed. It had taken me some time to realize our relationship had moved beyond friendship. That first kiss had knocked me si lly. I didn’t like to think about it all too much, but instead, I just enjoyed my time with him.
After flipping on the television, I hurried through the channels. So many of them that I didn’t watch. Why in the world did I pay for cable these days when I had so many subscription services? Granted, Jacob had signed up for most of them when he lived at home. One of these days I’d have to go through my bills and figure out just how much I spent with the cable company and what I paid the subscription services. There were some I’m sure I didn’t even realize I had.
Daisy snored softly beside me as I stroked her head and I watched a rerun of Friends. Tears of nostalgia welled in my eyes, especially when the death of Matthew Perry came to mind. Such a loss. Such a tragedy.
A little uncomfortable niggling weighed on me, but I couldn’t place why.
Daisy sat up, her ears perked. She glanced around the room, then up at me. “Gina? I have a really bad feeling in my tummy.”
Was I having conversations with myself? “It’s okay,” I murmured. “Everything’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Because I feel a little sick.”
Frankly, so did I. It was in times like these that I questioned my sanity because my thoughts mirrored her words. “It must have been the egg salad.”
“You wouldn’t give me any egg salad. Remember?”
“But I saw Jacob slip you a little under the table,” I said, scratching under her chin.
“You saw that?”
“I see everything, Daisy. I’m a mom. It’s a superpower.”
“My super sniffer is my superpower.”
“Exactly. Just let me know if you need to go out.” I turned my attention back to the television.
An hour passed while I chuckled along with the crew of Friends. I’d become so engrossed, I about jumped out of my skin when my phone rang.
“Who is it?” Daisy asked, her ears perking up once again.
“It’s Trevor.”
“Isn’t he supposed to be here?” she asked.
“Yes. He’s probably running behind because of work.” I picked up the phone from the coffee table. “Hey, Trevor.”
“I’m going to be late,” he grumbled. “Sheriff Mallory called a meeting just as I walked in from a car accident on the highway.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
“One guy needed to go to the hospital, but I think everyone is going to be fine.” In the background, I heard Mallory. Just the sound of her voice made my skin crawl. “I need to go. She’s screeching about something.”
“You need to run against her,” I said. “You’d make a great sheriff.”
“And if I lose, I’m out of a job. She’d never allow me to keep working here.”
“With me as your campaign manager, there isn’t a chance of you losing.”
“Gotta go. Don’t know when I’ll be there. Probably best to not count on me.”
He hung up and I set my phone down with a long sigh of disappointment. Just me and my talking dog for now. It wasn’t that I disliked hanging out with Daisy, but over the past few months, I’d really grown fond of Trevor and I had been looking forward to our evening.
We made a great team. Besides solving murders together, we enjoyed each other’s company. He also made me laugh and Jacob seemed to like him as well. Would this cautious relationship ever lead to anything serious? I doubted it, but I was appreciating it while it lasted.
I sat through another hour of Friends and then clicked off the television. At eleven o’clock, I wasn’t quite tired enough for bed, but I also didn’t know what to do with myself.
I went into the kitchen and found my task. Me loving to have my child home for the week didn’t mean I couldn’t be irritated beyond belief that he used forty-five dishes a day, and left every single one of them in the sink instead of placing them in the dishwasher.
After I finished the dishes and wiped down the counters, my phone rang again.
“I’m not going to be there tonight,” Trevor grumbled. “There’s another accident. I’ll try to swing by tomorrow.”
Before I could speak, he’d disconnected.
I stared at my phone for a long moment. The weight of loneliness settled around me, causing my stomach to flip and my chest to feel heavy. “Maybe I should just go to bed,” I announced to the empty house. Instead of dealing with my emotions, it seemed easier to sleep them away.
“Okay,” Daisy said. “I’ll beat you there!”
She took off down the hallway and I followed. Sleep finally came about an hour later, but my uneasiness never faded.
I didn’t know what time it was when I heard someone pounding on my front door, but I was determined to ignore them. Until Daisy began to bark.
“Get up, Gina!” she yelled as she carried on. “There’s a serial killer at the door!”
“Really?” I grumbled, throwing back the covers. “I don’t think serial killers announce their presence.”
“That’s probably true. But what if it’s Jacob?” she said, jumping from the bed. “Maybe he forgot his keys!”
In my sleepiness, I’d forgotten he was home for Spring Break. I sprang up, grabbed my glasses and hurried to the front door. After checking the porch through the window, I saw that it was Trevor.
That uneasy feeling I’d had the previous evening became so heavy, my legs seemed to be made of cement as I opened the door.
“Trevor! Trevor!” Daisy yelled, dancing around his feet. “Trevor, pet me!”
“What happened?” I asked. As I studied his face, I noted the serious scowl. His hands clenched at his sides while his shoulders bunched under his uniform.
“I’ve been trying to call you,” he said gruffly. “I need to come in.”
“I didn’t hear the phone.” I stepped aside and when I shut the door, he took me into a long embrace. Tears welled in my eyes, even though I had no idea what he was about to say. Whatever it was, I understood it would alter my existence. I pulled away, hoping it had nothing to do with Jacob.
“What happened?” I asked again, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Let’s sit down.”
“No. Tell me right now.”
He sighed and ran his thumb between his eyebrows. Finally, he met my gaze. “Gina, there’s been a murder.”
Oh, no. Where was Jacob? What time was it? I glanced out the window and noted the sun was on the horizon, almost ready to make its debut for the day.
He had left the previous evening for a night out with friends. He’d apparently been out all night, or…
I had to force myself to ask the question and I was terrified of what the response would be. “Is… is Jacob dead?” I always imagined I’d know if my son was no longer with me. I felt such an intricate connection to him, surely I’d instinctively be aware of his death.
“No! No,” he said, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Jacob is… Jacob’s down at the emergency clinic sleeping off one heck of a bender.”
Relief flooded through me, but it only brought on more questions. Unless something had drastically changed, my son wasn’t a big drinker. “What does that mean?”
“They couldn’t wake him at the party, so they took him to the clinic.”
Bile rose in my throat. “Is he okay?”
“They say he’s going to be just fine, but he’s in trouble.”
I furrowed my brow. “Why is he in trouble?”
“Look, Gina. Here’s the deal. Last night there was a big house party out at the Willard place. When the kids came to this morning, they found a young woman dead. She’d been strangled.”
I nodded, the pain of a young life lost lancing through me. But that didn’t explain why my son was in trouble. “What does that have to do with Jacob?”
“He… he was found passed out next to her with one end of the rope in his hand, the other wrapped around the girls’ neck.”
