The Lost Spaniel is the third novella in the Lost and Found Pets series. Alexandra Prescott is a licensed private investigator specializing in finding missing animals. Reuniting pet and owner is more than just a job.
When Alex’s mentor, Eddie Hill, calls about his lost Cocker Spaniel, Alex rushes to the rescue. They quickly track the dog to an abandoned construction site, but after bullets start flying, Alex realizes there’s more to this case than a missing dog.
Alex and Eddie have to dig into their pasts to find out who might want to harm them or their pets. The list of suspects grows long as Alex tries to solve the mystery of the lost Spaniel.
“Alex, girl,” Eddie said. “I need your help.”
I held back a sigh and closed my eyes a moment. Four new cases meant a lot of work. We seldom had more than two in one day, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Claire could make the calls and post the information on social media, but someone needed to do the physical searches. And two of the clients had requested Hero.
My agency offers two types of searches. A basic search and an advanced search. The basic search is when we call vets, shelters, and rescue groups, post on social media, and create a flyer campaign if needed. We also physically canvass the neighborhood. The advanced search is when we do all that and bring in Hero, my search-and-rescue dog. For the basic search, we charge one hundred dollars an hour with a two hundred dollar non-refundable deposit. For the advanced search, we charge triple that. Two advanced searches in one day would do a lot for the agency’s bottom line. However, they would have to wait if Eddie needed me.
“Anything, Eddie. What do you need?”
“Daisy is missing.”
Daisy is Eddie’s Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. She is sweet and affectionate. She is also absolutely adorable. When Eddie retired and closed his agency three years ago, he decided he wanted a dog. He had planned to adopt a larger dog like a German Shepard or a retriever. His mistake was taking his eight year old granddaughter with him. The little girl had seen the cute, cuddly dog and fallen in love. Eddie appears tough, but he is a marshmallow when it comes to those he loves. He couldn’t resist his granddaughter’s pleas. He even let her name the dog. So instead of Bruno, the Doberman Pinscher, Eddie got Daisy, the toy dog Spaniel.
“How long?” I asked.
“I let her out when I got up at seven,” Eddie replied. He was retired but still got up every at a seven in the morning. “I went to shower and dress like I always do, and when I came back to let her in, she wasn’t in the yard. I’ve been searching since.”
Most people wouldn’t have noticed, but I could tell by the tone of his voice, Eddie was worried. In spite of not being the dog he would have chosen, Eddie loved Daisy. If he had searched for her for almost four hours, then I could comfortably know that a basic canvass wouldn’t do any good.
“Hero and I will be there as soon as we can.”
There was a pause on the line. “Thanks, Alex.”