When a case of he-said/she-said turns criminal, it’s up to Megan Luz and her devoted K-9 to dig for the truth. . .
A TAIL OF TWO LOVERS
When relationships go south, some people just can’tor won’tlet go. When Fort Worth Police Officer Megan Luz and her pawed partner Brigit investigate a series of stalking incidents involving a couple who recently broke up, their detective powers are put to the test. Is this a case of a controlling creep who refuses to accept rejectionor one about a woman scorned whose fury has been unleashed?
WHO END UP IN THE DOGHOUSE. . .
As hostilities escalate between the former lovers, the situation goes from romantically dysfunctional to downright dangerous. He insists his former flame has become a crazy ex-girlfriend intent on vengeance. She alleges that he is a master of manipulation and lays blame entirely at his feet. Who’s the culprit and who’s the victim? Can Megan and Brigit sniff out the truth. . .before somebody ends up dead?
Enforcing the Paw is part of Diane Kelly's fun and smart Paw Enforcement series.
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
Enforcing The Paw
By Diane Kelly
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2017 Diane Kelly
All rights reserved.
The Devoted One
The brick felt as heavy and hard and cold as the broken heart in the Devoted One's chest.
Launching it into the air provided a sense of power and control the Devoted One hadn't felt in a long time.
The back window of the house exploded into a dozen shards that tinkled as they fell to the concrete patio and the wood floor inside. Safety glass, my ass.
The brick might just be a rectangle of baked clay, but it would send a clear message. We're not over.CHAPTER 2
Fort Worth Police Officer Megan Luz
On a Monday night in early August, my shepherd-mix partner Brigit and I were out on patrol, working the night shift. Well, at least I was working. Brigit snoozed away on the carpeted platform in the back of our specially equipped K-9 cruiser. A human officer would have been fired for sleeping on the job, but K-9s? They could get away with it. Lucky dog. She wasn't quiet about it either, snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Way to rub it in.
Her snooze came to an abrupt end when a vandalism call came in over the radio. She snuffled and raised her head from the comfy cushion I'd bought her, casting me a bleary-eyed look that said she was none too happy about her sweet dreams being interrupted.
"We've got a report of a broken window," the dispatcher said. "The victim reports she believes her ex-boyfriend tried to break into her home."
Ugh. Domestic violence is the worst.
The victim's address was on College Avenue in the southern part of the Fairmount neighborhood, only a few of blocks from our current location. Brigit's unique K-9 skills could be especially helpful in a situation like this, where the perpetrator would have left a scent trail.
I grabbed the microphone from my dashboard and responded to the call. "Officers Luz and Brigit on our way." I slid the mic back into its holder and punched the gas. Off we go!
Three turns and less than thirty-eight seconds later, my cruiser rolled to a stop in front of the address. While the historic Fairmount neighborhood boasted some beautifully restored homes, many of which were quite large, this single-story white house was among its more modest dwellings. My eyes took in the place, while the brain behind them performed some quick computations of its own accord, estimating the home to be approximately twelve hundred square feet given its width and depth.
White oleander bushes flanked the front porch and spanned the width of the house. Hmm. You'd have thought the owner might have planted pink oleanders to add some color, but who was I to judge? There was no garage. The house had been built long before cars were common and the owner had apparently decided not to add one, though there was a short paved driveway in which a beige Hyundai Accent was parked. The porch light was on, as were lights inside the front room, the glow visible around the edges of the slatted wood blinds in the windows. The broken window must be around back.
I climbed out of my car and opened the back door to let Brigit out. After allowing her to take a quick tinkle in the grass, I clipped her leash onto her collar and led her up the single step to the front door. While many of the other houses in the area sported cheery floral wreaths on their front doors, a large sign that read NO SOLICITING was plastered across this door. Even the welcome mat wasn't very welcoming. Instead of greeting visitors with a simple WELCOME or funny phrase — the one at our house read WIPE YOUR PAWS — it looked more like a torture device, all stiff and bristly.
I raised my hand and knocked. Rap-rap-rap! A moment later the door was answered by a pretty, petite Latina woman. Being of both Mexican and Irish descent, my skin, like this woman's, was slightly darker than that of most Caucasians, though mine bore a scattering of freckles while hers was more uniform in color. She appeared to be in her early thirties, giving her a six or seven-year lead on me. She stood a couple inches shorter than my five feet five inches, putting her around five three. As long as we were talking in numbers, I'd put her around an 8 on the attractiveness scale. As for myself, I'd let others be the judge of that. The number I was more interested in was my IQ, which was above average, thank you very much.
The woman wore a drab gray bathrobe over pajamas, no makeup, and a strained expression. Her dark hair was messy from sleep, loose curls playing about her head, much unlike the taut bun into which I'd pulled my dark locks. Her eyes flickered down to Brigit, who was sniffing at something through the wooden boards of the porch, and she took what appeared to be an involuntary step backward. Not unusual. Many people found police dogs intimidating. Rightfully so. Brigit could just as easily rip a person's throat out as lick him or her to death.
"He's at it again," the woman said, gazing downward and speaking so softly I could barely hear her.
I pulled out my notepad. "I understand someone attempted to break into your home?"
"Not someone," she said, a little louder now, her gaze moving up to my badge. "My ex-boyfriend."
She could very well be right. But she could also be jumping to conclusions. I'd learned early on in my law enforcement career not to take everything at face value. "What's your name, ma'am?"
I noted her name on my pad. "What happened exactly?"
"I was in bed sleeping a few minutes ago," she said, gesturing back into the house behind her, "when a loud crash woke me up. I turned on my lamp and found one of my bedroom windows broken and a brick lying on the floor."
"Did you see anyone?"
She shook her head. "No. I didn't try to look. I was too freaked out. I grabbed my phone and took it into the closet and called 911 as fast as I could."
"What makes you think it was your ex?"
"It had to be him," Adriana said, her feeble voice finally wielding some force as her gaze met mine for the first time. "Nobody else would have a reason to do something like that."
Juvenile delinquents did things like this all the time without a reason, but no sense arguing with her. "Can you show us?"
"Us?" She glanced down at Brigit again. "The dog's coming with you?"
"I'd planned on bringing her inside, yes." She was my partner, after all.
Adriana's lips pursed and her nose twitched. "Does she shed?"
Brigit was a furry, hundred-pound shepherd with approximately eighty billion active hair follicles. She shed enough hair each day to stuff a sofa. So, naturally, I said, "Not much."
Adriana looked skeptical, but stepped back to let me and Brigit inside, gesturing to the door mat. "Wipe your feet, please."
Well, all righty then.
Once I'd scrubbed my feet across the bristly mat, she said, "The bedroom's back here."
I stepped into the house, Brigit alongside me. The place had been built in a shotgun style, the rooms in a single row from front to back. Brigit and I followed her through a tidy combination living and dining room decorated in colors that hardly qualified as such. Muted beiges and ivories with no accents. Oddly, the living room featured only a love seat, no couch or occasional chairs. Ms. Valdez must not have people over much. The throw pillows on the love seat were perfectly positioned in the corners, and the books on the bookshelves were arranged fastidiously by height, each row precisely level. Not a speck of dust appeared atop any of the furniture surfaces.
The door at the opposite end led into a small kitchen with a butcher-block island. A circular rack of pots and pans hung over the island, while a wooden white bistro set sat in the back corner. The place gleamed and smelled strongly of disinfectant, as if she'd recently cleaned.
As we passed through, I took a quick glance around. A set of herb pots sat on the windowsill next to a metal baker's rack loaded down with more cookbooks than I'd ever seen outside of a bookstore's shelves. There were a dozen books on dieting, too, everything from the raw food craze to books with titles suggesting hormones, blood sugar, and renal function could all be controlled via food intake. A toaster and pasta maker stood on the counter to the left of the stove, a blender, a juicer, and a sparkling top-of-the-line silver Cuisinart food processor to the right. From the looks of it, Adriana could slice, dice, and perform brain surgery with the complicated thing. A carving knife and a long meat fork with two pointy prongs lay drying in a dish rack, along with a single plate and glass.
No coffeepot was in sight. How anyone could survive without caffeine was beyond me. I'd never get through my night shifts without a thermos or two of the stuff. A large rack mounted on the back wall was loaded with a combination of cooking spices and vitamins arranged in alphabetical order, the vitamin Btablets coming just before bay leaf.
We exited the kitchen into a small bedroom being used as a home office. Like the other rooms, this one was perfectly tidy, a place for everything and everything in its place, looking like a model home where people only pretended to live. The door on the opposite end led to a hallway with a bathroom to the side. A shelving unit in the bath was loaded down with every cleaning product on the market, from antibacterial wipes to citrus-scented degreaser to wood floor cleaner.
A second, larger bedroom spanned the back of the house. The overhead light was on, illuminating the interior of the master bedroom. Two narrow windows flanked the queen-sized bed, which was covered in a plain ivory spread. The window on the left was indeed shattered, the damaged wooden miniblind hanging cockeyed, the slats splayed. Broken glass littered the night table and the floor below the window.
I'd need to take a closer look, but I didn't want to risk Brigit cutting her paw on the shards. "Sit," I ordered my partner, giving her a scratch behind the ear and a "good girl" when she obeyed. I eased around the bed and spotted an orange brick lying amid the glass, the word ACME imprinted on the end. I glanced out the window and, noting the backyard was not well lit, pulled out my Maglite. When I switched it on and shined it around the patio, a pair of big, round eyes stared back out of the darkness.
"Holy crap!" I shrieked, jumping back in surprise. "He's still back there!" My heart pounded so hard it was a wonder we couldn't hear my rib cage rattle.
Adriana sent a disdainful look in my general direction. "That's not my ex. That's a garden gnome."
A gnome? Sure enough, when I shined the light out the window again, I saw a foot-high garden gnome with round, unblinking eyes. He wore blue overalls, a yellow hat, and a smile so creepy I was tempted to whip out my pepper spray and douse him.
Taking the beam off the tiny man and playing it about, I saw a wide slab of concrete and a narrow vegetable garden situated along the perimeter of the yard. A dozen gnomes of various ages, genders, and occupations stood among the plants. A white-haired female gnome with a pink dress and a basket of apples. A dark-haired male gnome pushing a wheelbarrow full of rocks. A young, blond girl gnome scattering food to the flock of ceramic chickens at her feet. My light moved from the gnomes to the plants. They were loaded down, bending under the weight of their produce. Looked like Adriana had raised a bumper crop of tomatoes and zucchini. She must have a green thumb.
While I aspired to become a detective one day and had been working hard to develop my investigative skills, this situation required little analysis. Someone threw the brick through the glass. This woman assumed that someone was her ex. She could very well be right. People who once loved each other could be capable of doing some very spiteful things. But if I were going to accuse the guy and arrest him, I needed to get my ducks in a row first, collect some evidence. "Mind if my partner and I take a look out back?"
"I'd appreciate it," Adriana said. "There's a door from the kitchen."
Brigit trotted along as I followed Adriana back to the kitchen, where she opened a side door adorned with a set of café curtains. The porch light mounted next to the door provided some illumination, but the light didn't go far. I used my flashlight to light the way along the narrow flagstone path that ran between the house and the privacy fence.
"Stay where you are," I told Adriana, as I stopped at the edge of the concrete patio and shined my flashlight about, looking for evidence. At first all I saw were the questioning eyes of the gnomes peering at me from among the plants.
Nothing over here.
Nothing over there.
Nothing by the house.
But then, bingo!
At the back edge of the concrete was a man-sized footprint next to a small, half-ripe tomato that appeared to have been knocked off the vine. The muddy print showed a clear waffle pattern. I carefully circled closer for a better look, crouching down to look among the tomato plants. The beam of my flashlight revealed another footprint between two plants. Looked like whoever had thrown the brick must have veered off the path in the dark.
I glanced back toward the side gate, which hung open a few inches. "You don't keep a lock on your gate?"
"No," Adriana replied, seemingly focused on something over my left shoulder. "I use a mowing service and the gas meter is on the wall behind the fence so I have to keep it unlocked for the meter reader, too. Besides, the latch is off-kilter and doesn't catch. I've reported it to my landlord, but you know how they are."
I knew exactly how landlords could be. Dismissive. Unconcerned. Miserly. The guy who owned the studio apartment where Brigit and I used to live had refused to replace the air-conditioning unit until it went up in smoke and threatened to take the entire building with it. Cheap son of a bitch. Thank goodness I didn't live in that rat-infested hellhole anymore.
I stepped over to the gate to take a closer look. Sure enough, the latch needed to be repaired. "Did your ex-boyfriend know the latch was broken?"
"Yes. He said he'd fix it for me but you can tell how good he was at keeping his word."
Not at all, it seemed. "So he's taken a look at the gate before?"
The fact that he'd touched the hardware in the past meant that if his prints were found on the latch it would not conclusively prove he'd been the one who'd come into the backyard and thrown the brick. "What about the brick?" I asked Adriana. "Did that come from your yard?"
"No. I have no idea where it came from."
In other words, if the ex's prints were on the brick, it would link him to the crime. Of course he might have been smart enough to wear gloves, and if he didn't have a record his prints wouldn't be in the database anyway, but it was worth a shot.
"I'd suggest you have the latch fixed right away," I told her. "Call a handyman if you have to. And put a lock on the gate. You can give the lawn care company a key. The gas company can tell you what day your meter is going to be read so you can plan ahead and remove the lock for that day only. You might want to add some more outdoor lighting, too. Maybe something with a motion sensor. Those types of lights tend to act as a deterrent."
I'd given the same advice to people in the Berkeley Place neighborhood recently when a Peeping Tom had been creeping around the area, spying on women. Criminals tended to like dark, shadowy spots where they could hide. Shine a light on them, though, and they scattered like cockroaches.
I snapped a few photos of the footprints with my phone, returned it to my pocket, and pulled out my notepad. "I have some questions for you. But let's g-go back inside." No sense waking the neighbors if the crashing glass hadn't already.
Once we were back in the kitchen, I readied my pen. "What's your ex's name?"
I jotted the name down. "You said earlier you hoped we could put a stop to things 'this time.' Has there been a history of this type of incident?"
"History?" She scoffed. "There's enough history to fill a textbook. It's been one thing after another since I broke up with him a month ago. He was putting too much pressure on me, wanting to get too serious too fast. To be honest, I just wasn't that in to him. We're too different. At first he tried to get me back. He came by here every day for a week, sometimes more than once. When I stopped answering the door he left flowers and gifts on the porch. He's the one who gave me the gnomes. If they weren't so cute I'd get rid of them."
Hmm. If I had a beef with an ex and something around my house reminded me of him, I probably would have gotten rid of it, cute or not. But I knew not everyone thinks the same way, so I accepted her explanation.
She opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of greeting cards. "These are the cards he left after I dumped him."
She held them out to me. I took them from her and quickly looked them over. Each of them was a typical, vague "thinking of you" type of card. He'd scrawled handwritten messages on each one.
You should be with someone who deserves you.
Your soul mate is out there. Don't keep him waiting.
You won't be alone much longer. Someone's going to snatch you up!
Excerpted from Enforcing The Paw by Diane Kelly. Copyright © 2017 Diane Kelly. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Table of Contents
Three: This Makes Scents,
Four: Love Lessons,
Six: Midnight Snack,
Seven: Crimes of Passion,
Eight: Syrup and Suckers,
Ten: Basking in the Glow,
Eleven: What Now?,
Twelve: Mission Impossumable,
Thirteen: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder,
Fourteen: Eyes Wide Open,
Sixteen: Another Plan B,
Seventeen: And a Pinch to Grow an Inch,
Eighteen: In Hot Water,
Nineteen: Back and Forth,
Twenty: Let's Party,
Twenty-One: C'Mon, Get Happy,
Twenty-Two: Love is Patient,
Twenty-Three: A Fluff Piece,
Twenty-Five: Sweet Revenge,
Twenty-Six: Dream Girls,
Twenty-Seven: So Many Hands, So Little Time,
Twenty-Eight: Playtime is Over,
Twenty-Nine: Dinner Date,
Thirty: Gnaw Knob,
Thirty-One: Cops and Slobbers,
Thirty-Two: Under the Hood,
Thirty-Three: Squirrel Snack,
Thirty-Four: Ever After,
Thirty-Five: Order in the Court,
Thirty-Six: Awaiting Orders,
Thirty-Seven: Rock, Paper, Scissors,
Thirty-Eight: What a Pare,
Thirty-Nine: Pillow Talk,
Forty-One: A Match Made in Hell,
Also by Diane Kelly,
Praise for Diane Kelly,
About the Author,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Really appealing characters. Strong storylines. Well paced. Humorous and smart. Her Tara Holloway series is great, too!
Megan and Brigit make a great team. I have a German Shepherd so when I first saw this series earlier this year I was immediately interested. I began with the first book in the series and was delighted, and continued to be delighted with each succeeding book in the series. Ms. Kelly has obviously done her research with regard to police K-9 work, which makes this series even more enjoyable to read. And informative as well. At first I thought that emphasizing too much on a domestic dispute was a little too much for a beat cop and her K-9 partner. But Ms. Kelly did a wonderful job of slowly escalating the incident to keep it interesting and suspenseful for Megan and Brigit, and more importantly for the reader. I was sorry to see Ms. Kelly end the Tara Holloway series, I just hope that she keeps Megan and Brigit on patrol for a while longer.
Need more books in the series now!
Having worked at both Harris Hospital and TCU and driven all those streets between those 2 points I really enjoy these novel about Megan and Brigit. This one made me sit up in bed and hurry to the end because of the danger that comes up. I will read as many of these novels as Ms. Kelly will write.
Enforcing the Paw by Diane Kelly is the sixth A Paw Enforcement Novel. Officer Megan Luz and her canine partner, Sergeant Brigit of the Fort Worth Police Department are on the night shift when they respond to a call of a broken window. Adriana Valdez claims her ex-boyfriend, Ryan is responsible for the vandalism and that this is not the first incident. Megan goes to Ryan’s apartment where she finds evidence that implicates him in the crime. Ryan, though, claims that Adriana has been harassing him, and she is framing him for the crime. Ryan has an order of protection against Adriana. This is just the beginning of a he said/she said case that is going to test Megan’s detective skills. Is the guilty party the creepy Ryan or the drab, neat freak Adriana? Megan has another case that is equally perplexing. A man in hospital scrubs, scrub cap, and mask is stealing grape Tootsie pops from convenience stores near two hospitals. The man knows the area well and manages to escape each time Brigit and Megan track him. Why would an adult steal lollipops? When Megan is not working, she is spending time with her boyfriend, Seth and his dog, Blast. Megan has noticed that Seth is slowly leaving things at her place (toiletries and clothes). Megan needs to decide if she is ready to escalate their relationship? Life is never dull for Megan and Brigit. See how things turn out in Enforcing the Paw. Enforcing the Paw is a delight to read. I found it to be well-written, engaging, and moved along at a fast clip. The book is written in the first person. The chapters alternate between Megan’s, Brigit’s and The Devoted One’s (the person responsible for the attacks on Ryan and Adriana) point-of-view. Brigit’s chapters are humorous and will have readers chuckling. They provide a light element that injects whimsy into the story. Enforcing the Paw may be the sixth book in the series, but it can be read alone (easily). All the necessary facts are provided on Megan and Brigit along with some key details from the previous novels. My rating for Enforcing the Paw is 5 out of 5 stars. The identity of The Devoted One is not difficult to figure out, but that did not stop my enjoyment of the story. I was riveted from beginning to end (and got a little miffed when I was interrupted). I do want to mention there is some mild swearing in the book. I wish it was not included, but it does go with the characters. Enforcing the Paw has a great ending. I have read all the books in A Paw Enforcement series, and Enforcing the Paw is my favorite. Now I must wait (impatiently) for the next book to be released.
This a fun addition to the Paw Enforcement series. In it, Megan, along with her K9 partner Bridget, are called to investigate vandalism between two former lovers. Each accuses the other and before long there are multiple incidents with Megan no closer to knowing which one of them is telling the truth. As usual, Bridget is the smartest creature investigating, unfortunately, the humans in her world don't understand dog... Fans of the genre will love this book. It's a light hearted romp with enough mystery to keep it interesting, but all the heart you'd expect in a K9 novel. The author is on my must read authors' list and should probably be on yours as well.
Enforcing the Paw is the newest addition to one of my favorite mystery series. Officer Megan Luz and her pawed partner Brigit are back and while this may not be the most dangerous case they’ve had it may be the most perplexing. This case will keep you along with Megan trying to figure out who done it. I LOVE this series! There is a great cast of characters and enough humor to keep you chuckling throughout. I love that Megan isn’t perfect but she keeps on trying.
Enforcing the Paw, an adorable name for what I thought would be a cute, cozy mystery. !Wrong! Enforcing the Paw by Diane Kelly is a top notch mystery centered around stalking. When a relationship gone bad turns into a serious stalking situation and both parties weave believable stories. Who is the victim and who is the perpetrator? K-9 officer Megan and her loyal partner Brigit are kept on their toes, literally, chasing suspects and working stake-outs. I loved this book! It was so exciting and it kept me excited until the very end. I hope others enjoy this book as much as I have. 5 paws up for this fantastic book I voluntarily read an ARC of this book provided by the publisher and NetGalley.