It was an ordinary Tuesday morning at the police station. The sun was shining through the windows, and the usual calm atmosphere hung in the air. Officers were busy with their usual duties: paperwork, phone calls, and mundane tasks that come with maintaining order in the city. The clock struck ten, and everything seemed perfectly normal—until the elderly woman walked in.
She was about seventy years old, with graying hair and a confident stride. Her attire was modest, but she carried herself with an unusual purpose. In her hand, she held a leash attached to a dog that immediately caught everyone’s attention. The dog, a plump, reddish brown creature with an exuberant personality, was hopping around energetically, wagging its tail so hard that it seemed to shake its entire body. It barked loudly as it tried to jump up onto the counter, tongue lolling out with an energy that was anything but ordinary for a dog of its age.
The woman approached the desk, her eyes sharp despite her age, and calmly spoke to the officer behind the counter.
“Good morning. I need to speak with your chief,” she said, her voice firm yet polite.
The officer, a young man who had just started working at the station, blinked in confusion. It was not every day that an elderly woman walked in with a hyperactive dog and requested an audience with the chief of police.
“Ma’am, do you want to file a report or something?” he asked, trying to understand her request.
“No. I need to tell a secret. A very important secret. It concerns my dog. And, possibly, something bigger…” she replied, her voice tinged with urgency.
The officer raised an eyebrow and glanced at the dog, who was still jumping at the counter, trying to reach the officer’s face. Its energy was infectious, but something about its behavior seemed off—almost unnatural.
“Your dog?” the officer repeated, perplexed. “What’s going on with him? Is he sick or something?”
The woman’s eyes widened slightly, her face serious now.
“No… You don’t understand. I’ve been living alone for years. It’s just me and him. I see him every day. And lately… he’s changed. He’s not just happy—he’s… too happy. He’s acting like he’s on something,” she said, her voice trailing off as she looked nervously around the room.
The officer frowned and leaned forward, trying to get a better sense of what she was saying.
“You’re saying that your dog… is on substances?” he asked cautiously.
“I don’t know!” the woman snapped, her voice rising in frustration. “But something’s wrong. I’m telling you, I know my dog. And this isn’t him. He’s acting like he’s on drugs or something. I need you to check him. I need someone to investigate! I feel like there’s something… something more going on here.”
The officer’s confusion grew as he glanced at the dog once more. It was practically bouncing off the walls, its movements erratic, almost like it was on a sugar high, but there was no obvious sign of illness or distress. The dog’s eyes, though, were wide and glazed, as if it were overstimulated beyond what was normal.
One of the younger officers, who had been silently observing the scene, whispered to his partner.
“Should we call a doctor? Or social services? This woman… she doesn’t seem quite right.”
But before the officer at the desk could respond, Sergeant Harris, a senior officer with years of experience, walked into the room. He had seen a lot in his time, and something about this situation seemed to strike a chord with him. His intuition had always been sharp, and he could sense that there was more to this story than a worried pet owner. He looked at the woman and then at the dog, who had now begun circling the officer’s desk.
“Take her to the interrogation room,” Sergeant Harris ordered. “I’ll speak with her personally.”
The younger officers hesitated for a moment, but they complied. The woman was escorted to a small interrogation room, her dog following her eagerly. The sergeant followed them inside and closed the door behind him.
The woman sat down, her eyes wide with concern. “Please,” she said, “I know this sounds crazy, but I’m not imagining things. I’ve never seen my dog like this before. He’s always been calm, obedient, and a little on the lazy side, but now\… now he’s like a completely different dog. I don’t know what’s happened to him.”
Sergeant Harris sat across from her, his face calm but his mind racing. He could tell she wasn’t delusional—her concern seemed genuine. There had to be an explanation, but he wasn’t sure where to start. He turned to the dog, who was now sitting on the floor, panting happily, its eyes wide with unnatural excitement.
He leaned forward. “Tell me, ma’am, has anything unusual happened recently? Any changes in your environment? Anything at all?”
The woman thought for a moment, her eyes darting as she recalled the recent events. Then, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Well, a few weeks ago, a man came by. He was selling some… I don’t know, vitamins or supplements. He said they were for pets, to make them healthier. I bought some from him. He seemed nice enough. I mixed it with his food, just like he told me to. But after that… well, that’s when he started acting like this.”
Sergeant Harris’s heart skipped a beat. The man. The supplements. It all started to make sense. He knew exactly who she was talking about.
“I need you to tell me exactly what you bought,” he said quickly, leaning in closer.
The woman nodded, a confused look on her face. “It was a powder. He said it was all-natural, nothing to worry about. I mixed it in his food every day. But I didn’t know it would do this…”
The sergeant stood up, his expression turning grim. “Ma’am, you’ve been unknowingly giving your dog a highly addictive stimulant. It’s not a vitamin. It’s a dangerous drug that’s meant to enhance energy, and it’s affecting his behavior. This is serious. We need to investigate this man and find out who else he’s been selling to.”
As the woman sat there, stunned, Sergeant Harris quickly made a call to his team, instructing them to track down the man who had sold the supplements. Meanwhile, the dog, still hyperactive and oblivious to the situation, wagged its tail wildly, unaware that it had been the catalyst for an investigation that would soon uncover something far more dangerous than anyone could have imagined.
The case wasn’t just about a dog on substances. It was about something much bigger, and the police station was about to uncover a dangerous network of illicit drug trafficking disguised as harmless pet supplements.
It was a discovery that would shock the entire town.