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Could I ask you to . . . well, wait, are you a neighbor I live two houses down. Did you see anyone tonight, anyone at all No, I was asleep. information and you can go home. Yes, but . . . , Chelseas mother said. Yes Could someone look at Bailey He seems to be bleeding. I wagged. Sure, the woman replied. Is he friendly Oh yes. The woman bent down. Are you hurt, How did you get hurt she asked softly. She took out a flashlight and probed carefully at my neck. I tentatively licked her face, and she laughed. Okay, yes, hes friendly. I dont think thats his blood, though. Maam, well need to hold on to the dog for a while; is that okay I can stay, if you need me to. No, thats all right, the woman said. I was taken over to one of the cars, where a very gentle man took some scissors and snipped off some of my fur, putting it into a plastic bag. What do you want to bet its the same blood type thats on the shoe Id say our fourlegged friend here was on canine patrol tonight and got himself a good bite of arsonist. We get a suspect, the blood is going to help put him away, the woman told the man who was giving me the haircut. Lieutenant, a man said, approaching. I can tell you where our perp lives. Oh, do tell, the woman replied. I got the dumb ass bleeding his way in a straight line to a home about four houses down. You can see the blood on the snow from the sidewalk; it goes right up to a side door. Id say we have enough for a search warrant, the woman replied. And Im going to lay odds that somebody who lives there has a couple of teeth marks in his leg. For the next several days I lived at Chelseas house. Duchess seemed to think I was there to supply her with a twentyfourhouraday playmate, but I couldnt dispel the nervous tension that kept me pacing back and forth, waiting for Ethan to come home. Mom showed up the second day. She told me I was a good dog, and I could smell the on her clothes, so I cheered up a little and played Duchesss favorite game of tugonthesock for an hour or so while Chelseas mother served strongsmelling coffee. What in the world was that doing Why would he set your house on fire You could all have been killed. I dont know. Todd and Ethan used to be friends. I turned at Ethans name, and Duchess used the moment to yank the sock out of my mouth. Is it for sure Todd I thought the police said the blood work would take longer. He confessed when they took him in for questioning, Mom said. Did he explain why he did it Duchess was shoving the sock at me, daring me to take it. I pointedly looked away. He said he didnt know why he did it. Well, for heavens sake. You know, I always did think that was strange. Remember when he pushed Chelsea into the bushes for no reason My husband had a fit. He went down and talked to Todds father and I thought the two of them were going to get into a fight. No, I never heard that. He pushed her And Sudy Hurst says she caught him trying to see in her bedroom dow. I thought she wasnt sure who it was. Well, now she says it was Todd. With a sudden lunge, I grabbed the sock. Duchess dug her feet in and growled. I pulled her around the room, but she didnt let go. Baileys a hero, now. Todds leg took eight stitches. At the mention of my name, both Duchess and I froze. Dog biscuits, maybe The sock went slack between us. They want his picture for the paper, Mom said. Good thing I gave Bailey a bath, Chelseas mom replied. What Another bath Id just had a bath! I spat out the sock, Duchess shaking it joyously, prancing around the room in victory. How is Ethan Mom put her coffee cup down. The s name and the flash of worry and grief coming off of her caused me to go over to her and put my head in her lap. She reached down and petted my head. They had to put a pin in his leg, and hell have . . . scarring. Mom gestured toward her face and then pressed her hands to her eyes. Im so, so sorry, Chelseas mother said. Mom was crying. I put a paw on her leg to comfort her. Good dog, Bailey, Mom said. Duchess stuck her idiot face right in front of me, the sock loosely dangling from her jaws. I gave her a low growl and she backed away, looking bewildered. Be nice, please, guys, Chelseas mother said. A little while later Chelseas mother gave pie to Mom but not to the dogs. Duchess lay on her back and held the sock with her paws above her mouth, just like I used to do with Coco in the Yard, what seemed like forever ago. Some people came and I sat with Mom in the living room and blinked at the bright flashes, like lightning with no sound. Then we went over to the house, which was now covered in plastic sheeting that flapped in the d, and some more flashes went off. A week later, Mom gave me a car ride and we moved into the apartment. This was a small house built into a big building full of houses, and there were lots of dogs everywhere. Most of them were pretty little, but in the afternoons Mom would take me over to see them in a big cement yard. She would sit on a bench and talk to people while I ran around, making friends and marking territory. I didnt like the apartment, and neither did Dad. He yelled at Mom a lot more there than at the house. The place was small, and, even worse, we were there without the . Both Dad and Mom would often smell like Ethan, but he wasnt living with us anymore, and my heart ached. At night I would pace the house, compelled to wander around restlessly, until Dad would yell at me to lie down. Dinner, the high point of my day, was not as interesting when Mom served it to me—I just didnt feel hungry, and sometimes didnt finish it. Where was my