“Dead as a doornail,” I stated, turning over the limp body of Sigmund's dog. “No obvious wounds, nor any blood from what I can see...If I had to make a guess, I'd say the cause of death was likely blunt force trauma, poisoning, or smothering. Not exactly narrow, but it does start to form a picture.”
Astor's body had been found tossed outside, hidden in the garden bushes with his tail sticking out in the open. I examined the body while the other seven observed from behind.
“Might 'ave been self defense,” Francois suggested, taking a drag from her cigarette. “Wouldn't be zhe first time today zhat mutt attacked someone.”
“Does anyone here have any wounds they'd like to share?” I asked. No one stepped forward. “Didn't think so. No, this was indeed intentional and I will find out who did it. For now, we will go to the study for interrogations.” I lead the group to the study and continued there. “My main goa