"Odd. "
"Yeah, especially since the only tracks that led anywhere were human. "
"I don't get it. "
"Me, either. The tourist hobbled away, the mystery guest, too, but the canine? Not so much. "
"Where did it go?"
She lifted her hands, then lowered them. "The only other direction is up. "
Chapter 10
"Can wolves climb trees?"
"None that I've ever heard about," Grace said.
"You think our tourist was lying about the wolf?"
"Could be, but then how do you explain the severe throat trauma?"
"I don't. You going to talk to the guy again?"
"First thing tomorrow. "
"And this?" I pointed at the tiny piece of wood.
"I'll be asking him about that, too. "
"You going to tell him to leave town?"
Her eyebrows shot up. "Why would I do that?"
"If he's some neo-Nazi nut job, maybe he's here because of the Gypsies. " He had been hiking awfully close to their camp.
"Shit," Grace muttered.
"Yeah. "
We both lifted our glasses and drained them. I poured another round.
"All I need are Nazis. I have enough trouble with the Klan. "
"Since when do you have trouble with the Klan?"
"This is Georgia, Claire. There's always trouble with the Klan. "
"What kind of trouble are we talking about?"
"The usual horseshit - flaming crosses on the lawns, egged windows, nasty notes. "
"Here?"
She put her fingers to her forehead and rubbed. "Yes, here. This kind of stuff has been going on for decades. "
"Not when my dad was in charge. "
"Yes, when your dad was in charge, and mine, too. We had enough crosses on our grass that sometimes we barely had any grass. "