Donations—They Really Donated It!
They had caught the suspect, but the case was far from over. There was still a massive amount of follow-up work to do. Since all the crimes had taken place in Miami, Scarlett had rendered great service by capturing Jiang Hao and was now one of the key people handling the case.
Scarlett brought Scarface back to Miami.
Scarface lay quietly in the passenger seat the entire way, looking completely listless. Scarlett looked at him, unsure how she was supposed to communicate with him.
The car stopped outside a pet store. Scarlett led Scarface out and into the shopping area. "I'll buy you a doghouse in a bit. Oh, what flavor of dog food do you like? They have lots of kinds here, so you can pick one yourself."
Scarface kept his head lowered and gave no response at all.
Scarlett had no choice but to buy everything needed to raise a dog and return to her home. She assembled the doghouse herself. She was quite handy, and it did not take long before she finished it.
"Ha, what a lovely little house. This is your home now. Oh, let me show you the other rooms. This is my bedroom, this is the kitchen, this is the bathroom, and this is the toilet. I hope you won't relieve yourself everywhere. If possible, use this." Scarlett led Scarface around as she introduced the place.
Scarface glanced at Scarlett, then promptly peed into the toilet. He pressed the flush button with one paw, and with a whoosh, the toilet flushed clean.
Scarlett froze for a moment, then smiled. She rubbed his head. "You really are smart."
After being rubbed twice, Scarface dodged away. He returned to his doghouse, lay down inside, and did not move again.
Scarlett frowned.