They moved out single file until the only ones left in the hall with him were the two pugs, Clementine, Zeus, Malcolm, the fox, and Squeak. “Okay, Squeak. What’s going on?” Benjamin asked quietly. “Sire, I saw a pair of yellow eyes looking up at me from the water.” “The Snapper!” Malcolm muttered angrily. “I should go down in there and slit his long, wrinkly neck right now!” “Who…who’s the Snapper?” “He’s a mean, nasty snapping turtle. One of those kind nobody likes to deal with! I’ll bet Fat Tony is connected to this.” Malcolm’s eyes shifted back and forth. “And I’ll also bet the Snapper knows something about the snake that’s been eating everybody up!” “We’ve got to get him to talk,” Clementine said. “How do we do that? Can we send someone in the water to talk to him?” Benjamin asked. “Oh, no!” Malcolm said. “He’ll eat whoever comes in. Jonah and I are lucky he didn’t take a bite out of us when we dropped in the water.”
