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learned of the tragedy and began to miss her friend. She yelled at Big Mo and pulled tightly back on his harness, but he was a forceful animal and dragged her onward around the house, to the room on the corner facing the ocean. He stopped and began barking incessantly at the same window from where she knew Karina used to glance at the ocean, while writing her beautiful poetry.
As she admonished her dog, she stared at the window at what appeared to be red lines. She wondered if Lance was finally fixing up the place and had hired painters. She leaned in closer and gasped as she saw what appeared to be blood that had dripped down the window! Big Mo barked louder as he jumped up against the glass and began feverishly scratching. She’d never seen him behave this way; there had to be something there.
Rachel, seizing the opportunity, screamed as hard as she could from behind the gag and tape. But her voice had been so damaged from shouting and crying for weeks that only Big Mo could hear her sad efforts. But KJ knew her dog and that was enough evidence for her to call police.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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