Yip/Tuck

One of Laguna Beachs best-known plastic surgeons may need a new leash on life. Unless hes just taking a very long nap on the bench outside Melinda Langstons Bow Wow Boutique . . . Dr. ODoggle continued to give us the silent treatment. Fluffy eyed him intently. I studied him too. Tova Randall wasnt my BFF, to say the least, but I didnt wish her boyfriend any bad luck. My neighbor, Darby, relaxed her grip on Fluffys leash. The big Afghan lunged toward Dr. O and knocked him over.Tovas handsome hunk rolled off the bench and dropped with a thud at our feet.Darby gasped. My stomach knotted. “No, no, no.” I shook my head. “Not again.”I knelt down and shook his shoulders. “Dr. ODoggle?” I grabbed his suit lapels and yelled, “Jack?”No response. No, “Im fine.” No, “Stop yelling in my face.” No, “Get your hands off me.”No, no, no.I checked his throat for a pulse. Nothing. But he was still warm. My fingers brushed against something knotted around his throat, and Im not talking about his tie. I pulled back his shirt for a better look. I sucked in a breath, my nose filled with a light female perfume I didnt recognize. A thin dog leash was wound tightly around his neck. Identical to the kind I sold at the shop.This was not an accident.“Is he . . .?” Darby asked softly.I looked up at her. “Dead. No more late night walks for him.”