Old Miss Carruthers had died a crazy old cat lady. Little did we know, but her twin brother Angry Andy also had a vendetta against dogs, and seemingly one particular dog.
We found out when a picture started to show up around the neighborhood.
“What did you do?” I pulled the picture off the post and turned to look down at Murphy.
“We’ll have to be careful,” Murphy said scanning the street and sidewalk ahead and behind us. He knew this–he nosed the picture–meant big trouble. Andy was a mean bastard and wouldn’t give up.