“We’ll show this to your grandmother. She’ll know.”

Holly yawned, and we were finished for the night. I tucked them both in, raced through bedtime prayers and gave Bismarck a pat before I left the room.

After I got ready for bed, I curled up with my laptop and went to the internet sites for the Santa Fe New Mexican and then to the one for the Santa Fe Reporter. The murder of one Vítor Calvo wasn’t mentioned. Apparently there was nothing new to report.

I typed Calvo’s name into Google and breezed past the first two pages of results. Placement on the page depended on variables like backlinks, site speed, relevance and length of content. I often found the information I needed on page three or beyond.

The website of Calvo’s clinic still hadn’t posted notice of his death, not even in Portuguese. Some of his former patients had gathered for a cyber-mourning. But nothing I found helped me.

I was thinking about closing down for the night, when the door to Wendy’s room widened and Bismarck padded in.

“Well, hello.” I’d taken him out before tucking in the girls, and I’d expected him to stay put in their room. But clearly Biz had other ideas.

He came around to the side of the bed, looked it over, then gracefully jumped up beside me, lay his head on my hip and stared at me, as if to say, “You’re okay with this, right?”

“You should not be up here.”

I could swear he smiled. And what could I do? I owed my life to this dog, and yes, he was a connection to the man I’d once been falling in love with. Was I going to make him sleep where he didn’t want to?

“I’m not sure the bed is large enough for both of us,” I warned.

He turned over, wriggled a little closer and that was that.

My cell phone rang. I lifted it to my ear.

“Just checking to be sure everything’s going all right,” Teo said.

I laughed. “You lied to me.”

“How’s that?”

“You said Biz slept in your room. You did not say he slept in your bed.”

“How’s that a lie? Why are you interested in my sleeping habits?”

I wondered if there was room for a woman and Bismarck in Teo’s bed. “He’s making himself right at home.”

“You can always push him down.”

“Sure, push a dog who’s been trained to kill off my bed. You think I’m crazy?”

“Everything else okay?”

“The girls are nuts about him. I hope they don’t find out he’s sleeping with me.”

“I talked to Pete about your break-in. The deputy who took your statement.”

“Surly guy? Balding?”

He grunted. “He seems sure it was a one-time thing, that it’s a group that makes their living that way.”

“Well, now they know the house isn’t empty.” I paused. I pondered. I finally spoke. “I’m not sure that’s all that’s going on.”

“Like what?”

“There could be more to it, but I’m probably imagining it. Clearly that’s what I’m trained for. Ignore me.”