Caleb (The K9 Files Book 11) by Dale Mayer (sneezy the snowman read aloud TXT) 📕

hell would you leave a dead body at the other guy’s house?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Don’t talk. I don’t care,” he said. “That’s the detective’s issue.”

“No detectives,” he said.

“Too damn late,” Ansel said as he climbed the stairs. “We really don’t like stalkers and people who attack women in this town.”

“I didn’t attack anybody,” he said.

Ansel rose to the top of the stairs and looked down at the scene in front of him. “Wow,” he said. “I half expected to see the War Dog with you.”

“Yeah, well, that War Dog’s at the vet’s,” Caleb said, “partly because of this asshole.” He handed over the bullet the vet had given him, then the casings he’d found in the back of Laysha’s property. He’d email the pictures later. “I’m sure you can match that to the bullet your team collected from the wall here.”

“We will, but it doesn’t happen overnight.” He pocketed the evidence. “So this is the guy, huh?”

The guy immediately shook his head. “I don’t know anything about what you’re talking about,” he said, “and I certainly don’t know what a War Dog is.”

“It’s the dog you had tied up at your boss’s place. You know? The dog you shot.”

“I didn’t shoot a dog,” he said. “That was the boss.”

“Well, was it the boss who just shot the man at his place? Because I saw him do it. Then chopped him up and fed him to the damn dogs.”

“That’s his method,” he said, his voice very, very quiet. “You don’t want to mess with him. You end up as dog food.”

“Oh, I got that message,” Caleb said quietly. “Do you realize you’ve already messed up? So you’re next.”

“No, no, I’ve worked with him for years,” he said.

“You only get so many free passes,” Caleb said. “You’ve had all of yours.”

The guy looked at him in terror. “You don’t understand. I mean, sometimes he doesn’t fully kill the men before he gives them to the dogs. That’s not humane. The boss is a psycho. I’ve seen him do it.”

“Nobody wants that,” he said. “You didn’t do anything about it either, did you?”

“What do you want me to do?” he cried out. “Anybody who bucks him dies.”

“Well, an awful lot of deaths are to be accounted for that happened in that house, not to mention the previous owners of the dog. Do you know anything about them? They appear to have disappeared,” he said. When the man just stared at him in terror, he added, “And if you think you won’t get caught along with Huevo, you’re wrong.”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said, his voice very, very low and ugly. “You can’t make it look like I did.”

“We already have you on three counts. Besides you screwed up because nobody was supposed to find that body for a long time.”

“Nobody was supposed to find it,” he said, “and that’s the way it was supposed to be. Make sure all the evidence was gone. I wanted the body to be found sometime. Give the family closure.”

“And why is that?”

“It’s my cousin,” he said resentfully. “I didn’t want him eaten by the dogs. I figured at least he’d get buried this way eventually.”

“And so you starved the dogs, huh?”

“No, they ate very well that day,” he said bitterly. “Two men died, and my cousin was one of them. One man was the War Dog’s previous owner. The woman was fed to them for dessert.”

Caleb’s stomach revolted. No wonder no one wanted to buck this guy. Fear was a hell of a motivator.

“What the hell makes you think that you’re safe now?” Ansel asked, looking at him in surprise. “You’ve already been marked. We have you in custody. Huevo already knows that you’ve talked.”

“No, no, no, no,” he said. “He knows me.”

“Yeah, that means he also knows how you felt about your cousin and that you screwed up on that because it’s already all over the news that we found the body.”

“If that’s true, I’m dead.”

“Well then, you better help us out so that we can pin him into a jail cell before he comes after you.”

“There isn’t a jail cell that’ll hold him,” he said wearily. “He’s damn scary. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything. He kills the women if they don’t make him happy.”

“Can the dogs eat it all?” Ansel asked the intruder, but he was staring at Caleb.

That was something that bothered Caleb. Of course, anybody who knew that was their future wouldn’t perform in any way that would make anybody happy. This Huevo guy was somebody who just wanted a reign of terror.

“Not always,” he said. “Then the body parts go into the freezer. Over the next couple days they’ll get another piece.”

“Has he ever killed anybody because he ran out of dog food?” Caleb asked.

At that, Ansel looked over at him in surprise, and then his face twisted in horror.

“Yes,” the intruder whispered. “One of the young women. She had a scar on her face, and he figured that she would be no good on the market.”

“Great, and I wonder if it wasn’t an asshole, like you, who put that scar on her face.”

“It was him. He hit her too hard,” he said, “and then he shot her. He didn’t kill her though and fed her to the dogs anyway.”

“Nice guy,” Ansel said.

The intruder looked up at him, his eyes dark. “I’ve seen things,” he said, shaking his head. “I still can’t sleep at night.”

“And that’s how he functions, on complete terror.”

“It’s not fair,” he said. “Some of those women, they didn’t deserve it.”

“And the men did?”

At that, he winced. “No,” he said, “but they knew the game.”

“And that makes a difference,” Caleb said in acknowledgment.

“But not enough. You don’t know him. He’s got spies everywhere.”

“Of course he does, that’s how he keeps everyone obedient. So he already knows that you’ve been picked up.”

“Not yet,” he said, his voice exhausted, “but you’re right. He will soon.”

“So what can you do to help your case?”

“Nothing. If I go back