Chapter Twelve
It was surprisingly quiet in the vet’s office. Usually it was bustling with people. The receptionist didn’t appear to be out front, either. Myrtle frowned.
A bell had sounded on the door when Myrtle walked in, so she figured someone knew she was there. She waited in the reception area for a minute or two. Finally, Lena strode into the reception area. “Oh. Mrs. Clover. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“No staff today?” asked Myrtle, looking around.
“Cindy had to take the afternoon off for a doctor appointment,” said Lena brusquely. “What can I help you with?”
She certainly was one to always get to the point in a hurry. It was usually a trait that Myrtle admired, too. Just not so much when she was trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Fortunately, Myrtle had the ability to
