THE MYSTERY BEGAN ON PAGE 2
A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND
(MAGGIE BROOKLYN MYSTERY)
When he checked on Mitsy she stared right back at him, dark eyes anxious. Like she smelled something dangerous.
So he grabbed an ice tea, plain and simple. Headed for the cash register. Paid. Stepped outside and gasped.
Mitsy's leash still dangled from the meter, the knot tied tight.
But Mitsy? She was gone.