Mad Dog took another drag of his
cigar. It was a good job he’d got that chimney installed in his luxury kennel. He
nodded to his bitch Olicana who was curled up in his basket. It had been a long
day, but he was sure that he’d covered all his traps to stop Sherduck from
tracking him down. If he was lucky, the rain would stop Sherduck from ever
investigating; and if the llama got involved then at least he’d disposed of all
the witnesses. But he’d finally got the last silver medal that he’d been
looking for to complete his military collection. All he had to do was lay low
for a while and hope that the clues wouldn’t point to him. Perhaps he should
even consider a small crime to distract the cops and rule him out of their
investigation. In the meantime, he needed somewhere safe to hide the booty.
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