Lyn was a good horse. I liked her too, but a missing animal didn't seem like something that any precinct would tack on to their most wanted list.
I told Leon my thoughts, and surprisingly, he was more aware of it than I thought.
"I went to animal services to get their help finding her, got some friends on board with the search… it was actually my Dad's idea to report it also to the authorities."
"Oh, your dad, right," I said, pulling a blank look. "The beard guy, right? Deep voice, right? The one that for some reason speaks like a James Bond villain, right?"
"Right," Leon started looking at me weirdly. "Dude, how do you know so much about dad?"
Who? You mean that cane-holding, limp-walking pain in my ass for like a fair few months living here? Absolutely no idea, maybe I read about him in a magazine somewhere, who knows, really?