Cabanela came twirling into the house in a flurry of red and white. Strutting through to the living room, he found Jowd and Alma. "Good evenin', ladies and gentlemen."
"Cabanela." Alma rose to her feet, as did Jowd. "We were wondering if you were going to make it. Dinner's heating on the stove."
"Aww. You know you don't have to wait on my account, baby."
"So, how did it go?" asked Jowd.
"A smaaashing success!" Cabanela beamed. "Case cracked, criminal caught. The poached pooches are now being returned to their owners. It looked like he might not even have had the chance to sell off a siiingle one."
"Thank heavens for that." Alma said, smiling. "I do love a happy ending."
"Wish all our cases could be this. No casualties, and nobody gets hurt." Cabanela slung his arm over Jowd's shoulder. "Nooothin' like it, baby."
"Mmm. You did a good job, and of course I wouldn't expect anything less."
"Well done, Cabanela." Alma moved closer, putting an arm around his waist. Cabanela's free arm went around her shoulder, and Jowd completed the circle. For a long moment, they held on, content to soak in the warmth of each other's embrace.