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“Just one more thing,” Columbo said. “I’ve gotta ask myself: who even had access to the back seat? We both saw the bag when I went into the crime scene. But when I came out? Nothing but shreds.”
Only wide, worried eyes in response.
“Mrs. Columbo was going to make those steaks for dinner tonight.”
An apologetic half tail-wag.
Then Columbo laughed and sighed and rubbed Dog behind the ears. “Oh, I can’t stay mad at you. C’mon, we’ll make another stop at the grocery store, and I’ll buy you some ice cream while we’re there.”
“Woof!” Dog confessed happily.