“Okay, so Buddy is not Buddy?” asked William.
“And our black labradoodle’s owner is a witch?” added J.J.
“Correct. And Buddy, or Donald, is not someone you want to meet in a dark alley,” said Leroy.
“So time is of the essence,” said William.
“Yes,” replied Leroy.
“But what do they want?” asked J.J.
“Probably not peace, love and understanding,” said Leroy.
“So Buddy is bad news, which is not good. But a witch that doesn’t show up on pictures is not your ordinary, loves-dressing-in-black novice witchcraft enthusiast. She could be someone that we should worry about as well,” said William.
“That’s true William. And I wonder what she is doing with someone like Donald Jensen,” said Leroy.
“There are lots of unanswered questions here. But the biggest one is ‘what do they want?’,” said William.
“There is nothing new on Twitter and no word from The Pole about being contacted. And Mr. Claus’s phone is only getting typical notifications. I have been keeping an eye out and there is nothing out of the ordinary. At this point they must know he doesn’t have his phone,” said William.
“Hey, wait, that gives us an advantage,” said Leroy.
J.J. and William both looked at Leroy.
“C’mon, boys. They must be getting worried about leaving behind something so valuable,” said Leroy.
“Or relieved that there is no way to trace them,” said William.
“Either way they are probably overthinking things just about now,” said Leroy.
“So let’s get a move on,” said William.
“Okay. How would they know one another? Coffee shop? Smoke shop? Grocery store? What?” asked Leroy.
“Dogs,” said William.
“Of course,” said Leroy.
“And we know that Mr. Claus posted pictures from a dog park. And knowing him it must be close by. Their physical point of contact must be through the dogs,” said J.J.
“So where’s this park?” asked Leroy and looked at J.J.
J.J. tapped on his phone and said, “I got it. Hop in the Volvo. It’s only two blocks but we’ll drive.”
“That’s great,” laughed Leroy, “Two blocks and we drive. Man, I love being back in America.”
