Chapter 5
Someone had killed Mr. Spritzer that morning.
Danny found him on the sidewalk in front of the Post Office on the way to his office. Beaten to death by the looks of it. There had been a lot of blood, more than he would have expected considering Mr. Spritzer’s size.
Also unexpected, was his feelings of sympathy, even loss. All things considered Clearwater would be a happier place without him, and Danny knew it. He was a biter.
Mr. Spritzer, ten pounds of furry, ankle-biting, yard-shitting evil, was Darla Spencer’s dog. She let it run loose in town, and he took complaints at least once a week from people whose ankles he’d bitten or yards he’s s**t in.
“Finally took a dump in the wrong yard.” He shook his head.
Goddamn, what a mess.
Danny didn’t know if there was a human
