Chapter 2Alan opened the front door of Kincaid’s mission-style suburban home Wednesday evening after work. He’d gone over there the night before with Kincaid to see the amenities, where the food was kept, and to meet the menagerie in person. His boss had left that morning for Milwaukee.
Being almost six and late autumn, the inside of the house was already dark, so Alan tried to remember where the light switch was. He groped along the front hall wall until he felt the switch, and he flicked it up.
Alan relocked the front door and left his suitcase in the front hall as he made his way to back of the house to the sliding glass door. He turned on two lamps in the living room as he went. He pulled back the blinds to reveal two rather large and shaggy tri-colored mutts.
“Hello, Tweedle-dee an
