Episode 4
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Watson reporting. What’s off now or, rather, who’s off?
Well, first off, Kyle’s showed up. He’s been tracking Aileen (or do I mean “stalking”?). It turns out he followed us to Iowa City and was lurking at the airport. At least he finally managed to do something useful by listening in on Otto Dafé. But, to hear him tell it, it took the detective skills of a Sherlock Holmes to deduce where Dafé was headed – when all Kyle had to do was look at Otto’s books. Grrrr.
I do think there’s something a bit fishy about that book, though. My left paw is a-twitch. Who knew that ruffians had their own travel guides?!
Speaking of fishy (left paw means fishy; right’s to tell Aileen I’ve smelt a rat), who’s this Beryl Potts? Is she the one giving the orders? I don’t like the sound of her. In fact, I think she’s probably a rat. And Grazp Pharmaceuticals, now they’re definitely ratty…

But, it’s thanks to me that we’ve sniffed them out. I’ve been working like a dog on that journal, unencrypting it one day at a time. And, I’d found just enough to give Aileen a clue. Rejuvenation! Humans should try living in dog years, then they’d know about aging. (I wonder if Lyn ages in cat years?)
There seems to be a chemical whiff about the clues. What did Sally Challenger find? It’s all about the water. Water of life? In Scotland that’s not water at all. It can smell decidedly medicinal, though.
Anyway, here in New Zealand there’s plenty to smell because that dinosaur footprint is everywhere. It’s Grazp putting their ratty feet all over the place. Even their office whiffs of feet. (Better than that taxi, though. Last time I smelled something like that was when Aileen interviewed Chris Paterson after a match and I had to wait in the changing room. Phew-ie, poo-ie.)
So, there was no way I was staying behind, what with Kyle’s aftershave, the taxi pong, and Aileen going into danger. No no no, narf! But, I didn’t have a disguise so Aileen left me downstairs. If only we could have found a doggy t-shirt I’d have been with her instead of following her trail.
I knew there was a giant rat all along. Right foot forward. Grazp put Aileen off her food, and that’s not like her. We were stuck at that airport café for ages and she didn’t have a single cupcake. The last one she ate was reaching out for her – just like Grazp.
And, now they’ve got their hands on her. Aileen!!














