Private Eye: a Tiger’s Eye Mystery
“The Wildenhammer place was a couple of miles and two closed gates down a dirt road, and both times I had to stop and open gates, I was praying that they wouldn’t be locked.
I got lucky on the first one, and Jack had taken care of the second. He’d left the steel padlock intact, but the entire wooden fencepost was ripped out of the ground, and giant claw marks streaked the aged wood as I drove through the space where the gate had been.
If this really was the home of an assassin, then death smelled like Kudzu and looked like a country fairytale. The two-story house shone bright white in the moonlight, and a lush garden surrounded the porch. The toy barn, set off about a hundred feet from the house, still had the carved wooden sign I remembered, proclaiming Wildenhammer’s Magical Toys.
I didn’t see Jack anywhere, so I drove right through the flower garden to the front porch of the house, not making any attempt to be stealthy.
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