I was going to find the vet and the breeder for more information on the dogs, and then I’d go back to the Jenkins’ house and question the neighbor about Perry. How had he gotten the dog? What did he know? I called my mother first, since she was the one who knew Ruby best out of the people I’d met so far. She answered on the first ring. I knew she would. Mom rarely goes out these days. She has groceries and medicines delivered. Anything else she needs, she orders through Amazon. There were publicity stunts a few years back where people planned to live in a house for a year without leaving. My mother had decided to do that as well, except she didn’t make a fuss about it. She just stayed inside indefinitely. On rare occasions, she would go out to the doctor or for an emergency, but they were rare events and getting rarer all the time. “Griff, how are you? Have you found the person who took Ruby?” The words seemed casual, but to anyone in our family, the thought of someone being taken was synonymous with fear.
