To Die Fur (A Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
“It’s Abazu’s, isn’t it?” I said. [No. It belongs to Rajiv Gunturu.] I blinked. “It does? You mean Rajiv is—what, another front man for some crime syndicate, like Navarro?” [I do not know what he is. What I do know is that he was acquainted with Augustus’s previous owner.] {He played that game with him,} Augustus interjected. {The one with the little yellow ball.} “Thank you, Augustus. Can you tell us anything else about him?” The liger licked his paw as he thought about this. {He liked my teeth,} he said at last. {That’s all I really remember.} “Okay. If you remember anything else about him, tell one of us, all right?” {All right.} He turned and wandered away, his tail twitching. Tango followed him. “How did you get into Gunturu’s room, anyway?” I asked Whiskey. [You know I can take on the form of any breed of dog. Well, that form can also be any age. Have you ever seen a Yorkshire terrier puppy?] “Not firsthand, no.” [Some of them are incredibly tiny.
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