“What the fuck?” “Yeah, it’s gross. Poor thing. What are the chances it would just keel over and die right here?” “Almost zero.” He glanced around then picked up a stick and poked at it. I gagged a little. “What are you doing?” He crouched down and used the stick to turn it over. “You don’t have a cat, do you?” “No, just Max. Why?” “Cats sometimes leave dead things for their owners. Have you seen a cat around?” “No.”
