Chapter 7
A sense of urgency descended on Clara, causing her to drive a few miles per hour over the posted speed limit, thankful for clear roads and a lack of cops. When she stepped into The Ark, the first thing she noticed was a series of blood droplets on the carpet. The second was Miss Maggie. The middle-aged woman was usually calm, as soon as Clara stepped through the door, however, she jumped to her feet and rushed over to her. Clara barely had time to ditch her bag of soup on the reception desk before Miss Maggie grabbed her by the arm and directed her to the first exam room.
“I didn’t know what to do,” she gasped, a frantic tone to her voice. “Stewart Curtis came in with his hunting dog, Dodger.” She shook her head. “The poor thing. I hope you can help him.”
A knot formed in Clar
