He was expertly focused in on the words scrawled across the big brown box that the mover was currently toting up the driveway: Sabrina-Toys. Kids meant nothing would be happening over there, at least nothing he would care to watch.He whistled for Kippers and set about his nightly routine of feeding himself and his dog, a gorgeous tri colored Collie that was the sole surviving member of his family.He was hoping he could catch a glimpse of one of them as they came for more boxes but also wanted a secure moment to take a look at the cars and their contents.The Mustangs backseat was neatly packed, and Kippers happened to choose a spot on his lawn that was close enough to the car that he could get a good look at some of the labels.The car was covered in bumper stickers whose subjects varied from anti-government political statements, crude jokes, metal bands to warning fellow commuters not to cut her off.On the hood someone had painted a mural of a dark wizard in black and purple robes holding the chain leash of a bright multi-colored dragon.
He walked his dog down toward the street to peruse the Fiesta a moment, while Kippers dutifully pulled him right to it so he could eagerly sniff around its tires to see where else it had been.
The front seat was empty, two empty drinks in the cup holder.
The drivers was a coffee from Starbucks with bright red lipstick stains. Stylish black sunglasses were clipped to each visor, both were about the same size and style and definitely designed for women.
It seemed like mostly inane stuff to him, probably inside jokes and movie references.
He did catch a name though, it would have been hard to miss the giant pink scrawl We will miss you Kali.