“Sit, Rigor Mortis,” called Mordaunt. “You named the dog Rigor Mortis?” asked Aurienne, as Rigor Mortis ignored the instruction. “They’re named for what was happening when I found them,” said Mordaunt. He pointed at dogs as he listed their names. “Arson. Perjury. Forgery. Outraging Public Decency. High Treason. The terrier is Diverse Felonies. The whippet is Crème Brûlée.” “The crème brûlée was a crime?” “It was the murder weapon.”
