Owls Well That Ends Well
“Just my luck that someone would start looking for me now. And not just looking for me, but kicking up enough fuss that the chief heard about it.I needed to see what the problem was. Perhaps if I moved the dumbwaiter very slowly …“Could be the fingerprint technician,” Horace said. “We need to take her fingerprints, for elimination purposes, and no one’s seen her for over an hour.”The chief made a noise that sounded surprisingly like a growl.“I’ll go help them find her,” Horace said, hastily. Under cover of the squeaks he made getting to the door, I began pulling up the dumbwaiter.“Make sure she’s not in the barn,” the chief called after him. I paused to find out why the barn was so interesting.“The barn?” Sammy repeated.“We’ve had to chase her father out of the barn twice already,” the chief grumbled. “He won’t say what he’s looking for—just gives some cock and bull story about an owl’s nest in the barn, and wanting to check on the fledgling owls.”“Cock and bull story?”
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