Chapters (40)
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dr. Delaware, George again. I got back from a false raccoon call at Mavis’s and that made me think about animal shelters. Leonora said Dale was cruel to animals but faked like he wasn’t so wouldn’t that be a perfect split personality thing? Anyway, I did find a group where he volunteered. Paws and Claws, the person in charge at the Berkeley branch remembers Bright because she used to work with him back when she was a volunteer. She said one day he just stopped coming in and when she called him the number was d.c.’d. She recalls this clearly as nine years ago, right after Easter, because someone dropped off abandoned bunnies and Bright took good care of them, then a few days later he went awol. That makes it a month before Leonora and Vicki Tranh were killed, so maybe he left to plan the crime. Or Mavis is wrong and he’s just a normal guy who got tired of cleaning up animal crap. If you’re interested, the informant’s name is Shantee Moloney. Her number is 415…
Shantee Moloney said, “Whoa. That Mayberry cop said you might be calling but that was fast.”
I said, “I appreciate your talking to me.”
“I’ve gotta be honest, I’m not a big police person, when I was a student at Cal, law enforcement was tear gas and billy clubs. But I guess if Dale did something that bad — you really think he did? ’Cause part of me says that’s impossible. Dale was so devoted and nonviolent.”
“But,” I said.
“But what?”
“Part of you…”
“Oh,” said Shantee Moloney. “It was just strange the way he dropped out of sight without telling anyone.”
“What was Dale like?”
“Devoted. Like I said. He said he was a vegan, didn’t even wear leather.”
“He said?”
“I really have no basis for doubting him.”
“But you doubt him anyway.”
“What are you, a mind reader?”
“Just a mere mortal trying to get some facts,” I said. “Did Dale do something that made you wonder about his credibility?”
“No, nothing like that. I’m not sure it’s even true.”
I waited.
Shantee Moloney said, “I’m not a gossip.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to know what’s petty and what’s important.”
Dead air.
“Ms. Moloney—”