Tony and Findlay were with Lucy when I arrived at her home. The poor woman was frantic. I understood her feelings about having her home violated again.
“I slept well all night,” Lucy told me as she sat in her living room next to Tony. “But when I got up and went to the kitchen this morning, my statuette of Lycaon was missing from the display case in the hall.”
She began twisting a tissue in her hands. “That figurine was found in a mountain cave by my great-great-grandfather. It can’t be replaced.”
I spotted Buddy in the backyard and forced back a smile at his doggie antics.
“And you’re sure the doors were bolted?” I asked.
“Yes,” I double-checked before bed, and as soon as I saw it was gone. And Buddy was sleeping at the foot of my bed, and he never moved or barked.”
“Daisy,” Tony sa
