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Who Moved My Goat Cheese?. Lynn Cahoon
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isbn 9781516103812
Автор произведения Lynn Cahoon
Жанр Ужасы и Мистика
Серия A Farm-to-Fork Mystery
Издательство Ingram
Dom didn’t answer as he was too busy sniffing at pile of dirt.
“Never mind, let’s go.” Angie took two steps and then Dom froze. She pulled on his leash but he wouldn’t budge. “What on earth is wrong with you?”
She knelt beside him and looked at his paws, wondering if he’d gotten a sticker. Nope, nothing. Then she heard a small whine. And she felt something on her back. She spun around and there was Precious, the baby goat, staring at her.
“Where did you come from?” She reached out her hand and the goat came and stood next to her, leaning in for what Angie thought of as a hug. Dom whimpered.
“It’s okay, boy, she’s just a baby.” Angie stood and glanced around. No sign of any other goat. And she had no idea how to get to Moss Farm from the trail. She made a decision and picked up the little goat. “I’ll get you home.”
Precious bleated again. And this time, Angie saw a scrap of red fabric in the side of her mouth. Apparently Reana had been running from the goat and Precious had gotten a bite of the woman’s suit. So where had Reana been? And why was Precious out here all alone?
Angie had too many questions, but the first thing she needed to do was get the lost goat back to its mother.
She put the goat in the back of the crossover behind the dog barrier. Then she let Dom in the back seat. He stared at the goat, now in his car, and whined again.
“Hold on, it’s not far to the farm.” She got back on the road and was relieved when both Dom and Precious laid down for the ride. Her cell rang and she picked up using the car’s Bluetooth.
“What are you doing? Do you have time to talk about schedules?” Felicia’s voice boomed through the car. Dom sat up, looked around, then laid back down, apparently convinced his friend wasn’t actually close by.
“I’m taking a goat back to Moss Farm. Let me call you when I’m home.”
Instead of a response, all Angie got was silence. Maybe cell service was spotty out here.
“Hello? Are you there?” Angie turned onto the road where the farm sat.
“I’m here. I’m not sure I want to ask, but why do you have a goat?”
Angie caught a glimpse of Precious in the cargo hold. Her lips curved into a smile. “Long story. I’ll call you back when I get home.”
She found the farm, but when she drove into the driveway, there were no cars near the barn and the house appeared to be locked tight. She walked over to the barn where a sheet of paper flapped in the wind. She got out of the car and went over to read the sign. Milking is at five am and five pm. If you are here other than those times, you are trespassing. Please call this number with any questions. 208-922-4111.
Angie hurried back to her car and grabbed the phone. When she dialed the number, she got one of those voice mails that had a robotic response. She left her name and number and added, “It’s an emergency!” at the end.
She looked back at Dom who looked hopeful that they might be dropping the offending goat off where it belonged. She reached back and scratched his ear. “Sorry buddy, we can’t just leave her alone here. Something might happen to her.”
The look in Dom’s eyes made her think he wasn’t too sure that wouldn’t be the best idea but when Angie started up the car, he sighed and laid his head on the seat. Precious was curled into a ball sleeping, apparently happy with her first car ride.
What on earth was she getting into? Angie headed toward home and some semblance of normalcy.
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