Chapter FourShe met Mr McCloud at the airport on Monday morning. Sunday had passed uneventfully, apart from a very curious phone call from Mrs Cross telling Jenny that her little Cairn's terrier had 'run away'. She didn't say where the little dog had run to, but as there was no further news that day, Jenny just assumed that everything was all right. As she helped Mr McCloud put his bag in the back of the van, however, it was becoming clear that things were not as simple as they first seemed.
“I got a phone call,” said Mr McCloud, “from Mrs Cross. Seems her dog has gone missing.”
“She told me all about that. Why is she troubling you with it?” Jenny took the van carefully out of the airport car park and headed towards the Rescue Centre.
“I think she's just one of those people who likes to
