“What did you do with that other stalker you caught?” Carolina asks me.
“There was another stalker?” Kathy narrows her eyes at me.
“I got rid of him,” I sayvaguely.
“Got rid of him how?” Carolina demands.
“Girls, a man says that, you don’t ask questions,” Granny Frances warns. “Moving on. I need a list of everyone you know.”
“I’ll take the dating apps,” Kathy says.
“What about the escort service?” Carolina adds.
“What about those elderly men your grandmother dredged up?” I add.
“Bob couldn’t even find his own dick. He didn’t kidnap Winnie. And Ernie’s in love with me.”
“What if it was someone who came into the café regularly?” Carolina types into her spreadsheet. “Call Olive and see if she can think of anyone suspicious.”
Kathy tucks her phone to her ear.
Fidget is whining on top of the blanket where Winnie used to sleep. She has her slipper in her mouth.
“Poor Fidget.” Kathy pets her ears.
I peer at the dog. She stares at me, eyes rolled back in anxiety.
“The dog knows,” I say abruptly, cutting off the arguing.
“What?” Carolina squints.
“Fidget knows. Where are the pictures of the guys? Where’s her bell?” I grab Fidget, put her on the floor, and hold up the tablet with the photos of the men from the dating app.
“Fidget, ring the bell when you see who it is.” I slowly flip through them on Carolina’s tablet.
“What about this one, Fidget? He looks sus,” Kathy prods.
Nothing from the dog. Just her ears back, the whites of her eyes showing, panting.
“I don’t think it’s working…” Carolina chews on her lip.
“Pull up Knox’s photo just in case,” Brinley urges.
Nothing.
“Do the rest of the hockey team,” Kathy says.
Fidget licks her nose.
“I don’t think this is going to help us find him. We need to call the police,” Carolina declares.
“The first thing they’re going to want is the Ring camera footage, and honestly, the fact that it’s not there is going to make Fitz look awfully suspicious,” Frances says.
“My daughter is out there all alone somewhere!” April wails.
“Fidget, let’s look at some of the neighbors’ sons,” Kathy says soothingly. “Mom, who else did you give Winnie’s number to?”
“I don’t know. The cashier at Trader Joe’s looked nice.”
