The rain poured down and I could hear it plopping on the roof. It fitted the mood of the next case I was about to get. Carlos, from across the street, came looking like he dived in a pool. “It’s my dog,” he said solemnly. “He’s gone.”
I am real soft when it comes to animals. Whenever there’s a case involving them, I’m ready to investigate in seconds flat. I stood in his yard, and he explained. “I let him out, and then when I called for him he wasn’t here.”
I looked around… and found my first clue – paw prints. I followed them to the fence, Carlos following close behind. The fence had a hole dug under it. I knelt down and noticed how muddy and soft the earth was. We came to the road, muddy paw prints as our trail. Soon they disappeared, washed off by the rain. I thought about where he would go. There were trees like umbrellas in one yard, and we rushed over to it. I was not surprised when I saw Carlos’ dog under one of them, lying next to the dog that belonged to Mrs. Wilson. Case closed by Ace Casecloser.