Part 2: The Man in the Raincoat For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. “Arrest?” I croaked. “You think I did that?” Officer Miller’s grip tightened on my wrist. “The video shows you carrying the bag onto the beach at 3:47 AM.” “Yes,” I snapped. “To dig it up!” The younger officer’s expression didn’t change. “Convenient.” Goldie barked again. Louder this time. It wasn’t strong, but it was sharp. Defiant. “Listen to him,” I said, my voice shaking. “Does that sound like a dog afraid of me?” Miller hesitated. Just a flicker. “Sir, the footage shows you arriving with the bag.” “That’s impossible,” I said. “The bag was buried. Anchored. With a twenty-pound dumbbell.” They exchanged a look. “You mentioned a weight in your post,” the woman said. “There was no weight found at the scene.” My stomach dropped. “I left it in the hole,” I whispered. “We searched the location,” Miller replied. “There’s no hole.” The world tilted. I stepped back onto the porch. “You think I staged it? In ...
When Fredo first arrived at the Pennsylvania SPCA (PSPCA) headquarters, rescuers almost couldn’t believe their eyes. The timid pup was “unrecognizable” — skinny, suffering from skin infections and buckling under the weight of his dirty, matted, overgrown coat. “[W]e could barely see the dog beneath the mats,” PSPCA wrote in a Facebook post. “[H]e could hardly move.” PSPCA Rescuers learned that Fredo had been living with an elderly parent, who was unable to give him the care he needed. But now, safe with PSPCA animal experts, the pup was finally on his way to recovery. PSPCA PSPCA veterinary staff quickly got to work dealing with Fredo’s matted coat, cutting it away to reveal the pup’s perky ears and big, black eyes. They treated his infections, provided dental care and removed a small mass from his face. Eventually, rescuers saw Fredo’s true personality shine through. PSPCA AD “Slowly but surely, the real Fredo has begun to emerge: a sensitive soul who just nee...