Blankey looked at the empty office with wet eyes. The man had just left, it seemed, and no one had a clue where he went.
But Blankey would find him, that she would swear. Sheâs a goddamn police dog, and her nose was the best thing around.
She dug through everything; his drawers, his chair, his everything. She found his gun, unloaded, and his badge. She walked to the couch and put a pillow in her mouth, carefully, and tiptoed out of his office. She had a plan.
It took her an hour to get where she wanted; her usual bus route was running late today, and the dog had no time to lose. The abandoned amusement park rose high into the sky, wind causing metal to creak and groan. It was a quiet place, a safe place, where most humans didnât go because of the tales of ghosts and horrors.
A perfect place for a base.
She entered the park through a hole in the surrounding fence, shaking away sawdust before padding to the rundown haunted house. She could hear a voice inside, one she knew, and she would have sighed in relief if it wasnât for the fact that should could drop the pillow in her mouth.
Once she brushed past the hanging skeletons, she dropped it.
Pudge, I got a job for you.
The bulldog dropped the doughnut, licking his lips clean from the powdered sugar. He looked at her, at the pillow, and back to her again.
âYo, boss. Is that an officer badge?â
Yes. It seems Chief Ryou has gone missing, and I need all paws on deck. I need you to get the scent around; call every dog that weâre connected too, and have them touch onto other connections. Iâll be searching around the police station for more clues, so if you get anything, send Babe my way.
If Pudge knew how to salute, he would have, but bowing would have to do. He scampered off, presumably to the amusement parkâs main building. Blankey sighed, ears and tail drooping, before beginning the long walk back home. Hopefully the bus wasnât late anymore.
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