In this sequel to Nose for Trouble, Dale Kinsall considers himself adjusted to his new location—to the eccentric nature of his clinic staff, to the altitude and climate of the high desert, to his new role in his community. The vet who solved the eco-murders. Of course, he doesn't anticipate the threatening series of bizarre rhyming notes on his desk, or the cavalier attitude of the local cops who were embarrassed that they didn't solve those particular eco-murders. Soon enough, everything's happening at once: the clinic is upside down over renovations, Laura's nephew is deathly ill, and then Laura herself is hit by the same feared virus shortly before Dale is blindsided in a brutal attack. Dale is the only one who thinks it might not all be coincidence...but everyone else pretty much thinks he's nuts. Everyone but Sully Beagle, that is. For Sully knows cookies, and he knows what's his...and he knows the scent of danger.