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1111 Trouble AgainSebastian crawled under Chiefs desk, his lip curled in a soft whimper. He'd never seen Chief so angry before. And all of that anger was directed at him and John!Wham! Chiefs fist hit the desk, just above the hairy hawkshaw's head. "That stupid mutt! That that four-legged disaster! How could you, Detective John Quincy Jones?""B-b-but" John sounded like an out-of-gas motorboat."How could you take that miserable fleabag to the stables of those Thoroughbred racehorses? Didn't you know he'd make a mess of things?"Sebastian raised his head indignantly. Mess? Who'd found the ransom note after every cop on the force had searched for days? Just the greatest detective on four legs, that's who! And who gave him the proper credit? Nobody, that's who!