Conan followed Hakuba’s gaze and hummed thoughtfully to himself. It wasn’t far, but dogs were capable of winding up in another city entirely if their need to run about was strong enough.
When presented with the photo, Conan’s eyes narrowed. His chin was taken between his thumb and forefinger while a wrinkle formed between his brows. He couldn’t deny how obvious the scratches were, but why go through all that trouble to snatch a dog — or, more likely, something it wore? It wouldn’t be the first time, but he had hoped that people were above dognapping.
”Was it a habit of theirs to bring their dog with them everywhere, or was this the first time?”
“Habit, as far as my client has said, though I’ve never noticed dog hair in their car before…” Hakuba frowned as he thought over the niggling detail, looking Conan over again in the process. God, adorable and so observant. Perfect combination.
He turned his attention back to the case at hand, reaching into his suit jacket for his little black notebook while he put the phone away. Flipping to the current page, the blond glanced over his notes then nodded.
“Then again, they’re very wealthy, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they had their car detailed weekly. As for Mikki, she’s supposedly very obedient, which lends credence to the idea that she was dognapped… even so, I’m to look for her in the immediate area, just in case."