I had looked around on the web, and Great Danes had been known to have eaten much larger things with no harm, but that didn’t mean I felt good about it. Mary sidled up to me, whispering so her voice wouldn’t carry, list of suspects in hand. “Wanna talk to Bucky next? Maybe we can see what he and Mac were fighting about.” “I’m gonna try a bluff. Just go along with me.” Mary rolled her eyes at me. “I think I know how to investigate a murder. Geez, this isn’t my first time.” “Two murders, and now we’re experts, eh?” I chucked. Heading toward the dining area, we spotted Bucky alone. Sneaking Moo in, we headed over to Bucky. “Hi, Bucky, right?” I extended my hand. “I’m Di, and this is Mary. We work here at the Westmound Center. Is there anything I can get you?” He stood to shake my hand then introduced himself to Mary before sitting back down and shaking his head. “Do you mind if we sit? We heard about the fight you had with Mac and thought you might want to…”
