Bobby stashed the body in the closet and put the carpet back when he heard the ambulance outside. Taking a swig of scotch he ran out the door.
"You've got to help him."
The paramedics got out of the ambulance and walked towards Bobby.
"You've got to help him."
"Calm down sir."
"You've got to help him."
"Sir where is he?"
"I heard him cry out and I couldn't look."
Bobby pointed and one of the paramedics found a dog with his heard nearly torn off. The paramedic gestured his partner over.
"It looks like someone killed his dog."
They looked over at Bobby who was pacing back and forth wringing his hands.
"Come on guys come on and tell the crazy old mean about his poor dog."
Bobby wished he had some eye drops to make some tears but he'd make do.
By Barbara Desmond