"That's nice for her."

"For Wanda and Herb, too. Wanda loves to walk the dog. She feels safe in the streets when she's got Astrid with her. And she and her husband both feel safe with the dog guarding the house. They don't worry about burglars."

"I can understand that."

"Uh-huh. Astrid's their burglar insurance. She's due to go into heat in a couple of weeks and this time they're going to breed her. Wanda's concerned that the experience of motherhood might undercut her abilities as an attack dog, but she's going ahead with it anyway. The stud dog is a famous champion. He lives out in the country in Berks County, Pennsylvania. I think that's around Reading. They ship bitches to him from all over the country and he gets paid for it. The dog's owner gets paid, I mean."

"It's still a pretty good life for the dog."

"Isn't it? Wanda's not shipping Astrid. She and her husband are taking her out there. When you breed dogs you put the animals together two days in a row, to make sure you hit the peak ovulation period. So they'll drive out to Berks County with Astrid and stay overnight and have the second breeding the next day and drive back."

"Should make a nice trip for all three of them."

"Especially if the weather's nice."

"That's always a factor," I said. "I just know there's a reason you're telling me all this."

"Sharp of you. They'll be gone overnight, and so will Astrid, and Astrid's their burglar protection. They're rich enough to afford designer dresses and trendy purebred dogs. And for him to indulge his little hobby."

"What little hobby?"

"He collects coins."

"Oh," I said, and frowned. "You told me his name. Not Flanders, that was her maiden name, like the dog. Colcannon. But you didn't say his first name. Wait a minute. Yes, you did. His first name's Herb."