Poop on the doorstep and I’ll buy you the biggest ham bone in Savannah.” I patted his head as a reward for his honesty. He’s just a stray, but he almost never lies to me, which is more than I can say for any other male I’ve ever been involved with. “Did you, Jethro? Did you really pee on the camellias again?” I knelt down and scratched his chin in sympathy. He raised his dark muzzle, which has endearing little spots like reverse freckles, his ears pricked up, and, recognizing the voice of the enemy, he slunk under the pine table in the living room. She did indeed have something that looked like a phone in her hand. She had started by ringing the bell, once, twice, three times, then she began rattling the doorknob with one hand and banging at the brass knocker with the other. I could see Caroline DeSantos’s slender profile through the frosted glass inset of the front door. The rapping at the front door of the carriage house was unmistakable.
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