The Statue
Judy had never seen a statue like it before; at least, not outside a cemetery. Certainly not in the backyard of Janette Doe, whitetail deer, 29, Meadowlands District, currently missing.
"—didn't smell any narcotics in the house. I did catch something else, a cat sorta smell, plus a few orange hairs. We should see if she had any tiger friends."
Judy perked an ear at Nick's recounting of his solo look through the house, but otherwise remained focused on the statue. It was a gazelle, she decided, dressed in a plain robe, its wings tight against its back and both hands raised to hide its eyes. That was an odd choice. Judy remembered her Pop-Pop telling stories that angel statues were always built with their eyes uncovered, but she couldn't remember why...
"Hey Carrots, check this out. I think I got a footprint."
Judy looked away from the statue.