The idea that someone had come onto her property while she was home and done this filled her with a kind of rage she’d never felt before. But rage was better than grief. She’d already cried a billion tears and she feared if she started again she’d never stop. She resisted the urge to call Drew and ask for progress on the case. He’d call her the minute he had anything. Even when they weren’t riding, Roxie shadowed her, providing the kind of comfort only animals can give. Ruby didn’t want to leave her on so many levels, the strongest of those being fear. Fear that if she went inside for the five minutes it would take to grab a bite to eat, whoever had killed Riley would take Roxie as well. The afternoon darkened into night. The thin jumper Ruby had been wearing all day became insufficient for the evening air. She hadn’t eaten since lunch and she desperately needed to go to the toilet. There was only one thing for it. Two hours later when Drew let himself into the house he found Ruby and Roxie sitting in the lounge room watching a black-and-white movie.
