Dial C for Chihuahua (Barking Detective Mysteries Book 1)
"I am Pepe. yet you could name me el Jefe."
Pepe could have smooth white fur, huge brown eyes, and mucho attitude--but he is no hairy type fad. Pepe can talk--even if his new proprietor, Geri Sullivan, appears the one one who can comprehend him.
When Geri takes on her first project for a unusual investigator named Jimmy G and stumbles over a Seattle millionaire's corpse, Pepe proves to be worthy his weight in liver treats. Suspicion falls at the not-so-grieving widow, who desires to finance a fact television convey, Dancing With canine.
Normally, Pepe would not be stuck muerte in a glittery gown. although, he has to smell out the genuine killer and hold Geri secure. Lesser canine may balk. yet Pepe is not the sort to show tail and run. . .
"Pepe is one cool sleuth. i actually enjoyed this book." --Leslie Meier, writer of the Lucy Stone mysteries
"Readers will sit up straight and beg for more." --Sushi the Shih Tzu, canines famous person of the Trash 'n' Treasures mysteries by means of Barbara Allan
"A enjoyable and breezy mystery." –Jennie Bentley
Waverly Curtis is the joint byline for the secret writing crew Waverly Fitzgerald and Curtis Colbert.
Waverly Fitzgerald is the writer of 4 historic romances lower than the identify Nancy Fitzgerald. She has taught writing sessions on the UCLA Writers software, the college of Washington Extension, and nearby meetings. She presently teaches at Richard Hugo condo, the literary arts heart in Seattle. She lives in Seattle along with her daughter, Shaw, and Shaw's Chihuahua, Pepe.
Curt Colbert is the writer of the Jake Rossiter and pass over Jenkins mysteries. A Seattle local, Curt can be a poet and an avid background buff. Curt and his spouse, Stephanie, dwell in a Seattle suburb lower than the thrall in their cat, Esmeralda.
particularly. It used to be all my dog’s fault.” “He’s a lovable little fellow,” acknowledged Felix. “I like Chihuahuas. They’ve acquired personality.” “Yes, he does have personality,” I stated, beginning the door a crack. I threw within the plastic bag. Pepe flew to it and sniffed every little thing. That allowed me to squeeze myself in, as gracefully as i'll with Felix staring at me. “I’ll name you,” he acknowledged. “Good! I’ll watch for listening to from you.” I gave him what I was hoping used to be a shiny smile and grew to become the automobile on. Pepe used to be.
Don’t fear. There you cross, woman, have a few fun.” I scooped Pepe up and ducked at the back of a topiary boxwood, formed like a tremendous urn. “Shhhh! ” I informed him. A reddish-gold Pomeranian got here prancing out into the backyard. She used to be a fantastic little creature, a puffball of lengthy, fluffy fur. Pepe craned ahead in my palms. “Oh,” he sighed. “It is the whinge. She is so beautiful. i'm smitten!” “Hold still,” I stated whereas he was once squirming in my palms. The Pomeranian sniffed the air. i used to be afraid she might.
moved quickly into the adjoining laundry room and crammed the towel right into a basket. “Where are the kids?” I requested her. “In the yard. Don concealed eggs and they’re looking for them.” She nodded in the direction of the again door. “I concept they higher get it over with ahead of it begins raining again.” “Kids?” acknowledged Pepe in a meek voice. “You insisted on coming!” I advised him. “Maybe there'll be Peeps,” he acknowledged. We went out during the sliding glass door onto a small concrete patio. The backyard used to be simply a little.
Allergic.” She glanced on the door to Stewart’s place of work. It was once closed, however it used to be transparent she felt his presence besides. “Fine,” I stated. “He can remain out here.” I checked out Pepe. “Stay with regards to the house,” I stated. “I don’t desire a hawk wearing you off.” “I were in that state of affairs before,” Pepe acknowledged. “I used to be capable of get away through telling the chicken a narrative that so distracted her—” “Just get less than the furniture,” I acknowledged. I didn’t have time to hear one other of his awesome tales. I pointed at.
Pantomiming what she sought after Rosa to do. Rosa took a wary sip. Rebecca passed me one other empty flute and poured in a hefty swig of champagne, sloshing a section onto the desk and the pizza. “We drink to Dancing with Dogs!” I took a sip. The bubbles instantly went to my head. Champagne constantly does. And this was once first-class champagne. It used to be soft and supple and whole of flavors—toast and nuts and cream. Rebecca clinked her glass opposed to mine after which opposed to Rosa’s. Rosa took one other tiny sip.