“I think I found it,” Ryan said. He used a surgical instrument to pull a small, plastic wrapped package from Grace’s abdomen. He handed it to Lana.
Ryan stitched the incision, while Lana rinsed the strange little package in the sink.
“They look like c-coins,” she said. “B-But I don’t recognize the c-currency.”
Lana carefully opened the package to reveal three gold disks. They had strange markings and appeared to be very old.
Once the incision was closed, Ryan carefully laid the unconscious dog on the blanket to recover. Zena padded over and sniffed the wound on Grace’s belly while Ryan and Lana looked at the coins.
“I don’t recognize them either,” Ryan said. “Usually if a dog swallows a coin, it’s a common penny or quarter… these coins are very unusual, and were packaged as though they were put there on purpose. Smugglers sometimes use animals to transport contraband.”
Zena gave a sudden, warning growl. Ryan felt a blinding pain right before the world went black and he crumpled to the floor.
About the Author
Sandra Whinnem lives in Connecticut with her husband, teenage daughter and a variety of very spoiled pets; including a flock of elderly hens. When she is not writing, Sandra enjoys reading, gardening and experimenting with vegetarian cooking. Sandra works as a personal care assistant by day, and moonlights for the West Hartford Historical Society, where she leads haunted graveyard tours... at night... in the dark...