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her notebook with the other. “Here’s what I got from the newspaper. His name was Kenny something or other, but he went by Cash. He made his money from a check-cashing business his dad left him. He sold it a few years ago and started a hunting show and business called Hunting with Cash .”
    “Catchy name.” Moo pawed at me, and I reached over to give him a scratch on his back.
    “Yeah, he had all kinds of catchy mottos that he put on shirts and decals. The last season of his show just finished a few weeks ago, and they said it was really taking off. And the police are treating his death as a homicide. He is survived by his wife Hannah something or other. That’s all I got.” She scratched a few notes onto her notepad.
    “Somethingorother—what a beautiful last name. Is it Dutch?” Mary rolled her eyes, and I continued. “You’re the archery expert; tell me about hunting shows. How do they work? How do you get a show?” Moo whined, pawed my leg, and stared at me again.
    Mary shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know much. My parents never watched any of those shows, said they were thirty minutes of commercials. I know only the absolute basics. There are hunting channels, and hunting shows are sponsored. Hey, does Moo need to go outside?”
    Moo leaped from the couch and pranced around the room. I gasped. “You’re right. I totally forgot.” I grabbed my jacket, my wallet, and his leash. “Wanna hang in the lobby afterward while we wait for the food to arrive?” I snapped the leash onto Moo’s collar as he waited at the door, dancing back and forth on his feet then staring at me, waiting for me to open the door.
    Mary gathered up her jacket and stuffed everything into her messenger bag and threw it over her head. “Just in case we find any clues, Watson.”
    Stepping into the hallway, I told Moo to heel and held him close to my side. Liam and I were working hard to train Moo. He was a huge dog but still young. He needed to learn manners.
    This morning, we had been in a rush, but stepping into the glass elevator, I looked around. “Look at all the police tape.”
    Not only was the restaurant we had found Cash in taped off, but the corner on each floor above it had police tape. Mary pushed her face against the glass. “They must not know what floor he fell from yet. They have every floor closed off right above where we found him.”
    “Did you take pictures last night?”
    The elevator came to a halt, and the doors opened. “Yes, I did.” She gasped and turned to me. “What if the murderer returned to the scene of the crime?”
    We stepped onto the ground floor and headed toward the dog area past the bar. “I thought that was just arsonists.”
    Mary shrugged. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to have a record of some of the people that were at the hotel when it happened. Plus maybe there’s something we missed in all the excitement. I removed the blurry ones. I didn’t get any of Cash.”
    “Is that a good thing or bad thing?”
    “Honestly? A good thing. Maybe there was something for us to learn, but I don’t feel comfortable having pictures of a dead person.”
    I nodded my agreement. “Investigating a murder is one thing, but keeping pictures of the body is… ghoulish. We’ll leave forensics to the cops. We have inside archery knowledge on our side.”
    As we approached the bar, the voices inside drew our attention. The bar was hopping; people were clustered around tall tables, grabbing drinks and laughing loudly. Right outside were stuffed chairs with little tables next to them.
    Mary flopped into a chair and dropped her bag at her side. “Do you mind if I wait here? I’ll watch the lobby and maybe flag down someone that can answer some questions about hunting shows.”
    Moo and I walked to the door and pushed it out in the cold winter air. The dog area had a gate, and once inside, I let Moo off his leash since he was used to doing his business “free range.” I checked my phone and had a