A Thrift Shop Murder: A hilariously witchy reverse harem mystery (Cats, Ghosts, and Avocado Toast Book 1) by N.M. Howell & L.C. Hibbett

Author:N.M. Howell & L.C. Hibbett [Howell, N.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dungeon Media Corp.
Published: 2018-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The hot bath was exactly what I needed to rinse away the stresses of the day before, and I stepped out of the bathroom a new woman. I walked into the main living space to find the three men lounging casually, all dressed in the most ludicrous attire imaginable. I gaped at them each in turn, their outfits ranging from 1920s dapper-wear to ridiculous sequined numbers from the 90s. “You look ridiculous, all of you. Where did you find this stuff?”

Pussy gave me a slow turn, a wide smile across his face. “You do live above a thrift shop, you realize?”

Tom’s voice was a low grumble. “You own a thrift shop, actually.”

I eyed him and crossed my arms. “So, what you’re saying is that you stole from me, then?” I forced a look of mock rage on my face, which slowly turned to a smile when I saw the amusement glint in his eyes. Hallelujah, praise the lord, the black cat had a sense of humor after all. I turned away from him, suddenly flustered.

“Is she blushing again?” Pussy asked, looking from Finn to Tom. He stared at me. “Stop blushing, princess, you need to conserve your energy if you’re going to figure out who killed our Agatha.”

“Did someone say my name?” The old witch swept through the wall and into the center of the room with a flourish. “You guys planning a party or something?” She floated over to the couch beside Pussy and sat down next to him in her frilly nightgown and fuzzy slippers, looking equally as ridiculous as the rest of them. “My, my, don’t you scrub up nicely, boys. If I was a few years younger—”

“And not a ghost?” I suggested. “And they weren’t your cats?”

“Semantics, semantics.” Agatha gave me a sly look. “Besides, they don’t look very catty right now, do they? They look positively delectable.”

I stood and stared at the men for a long minute, the shadow of a thought niggling at the base of my skull. When it finally dawned on me, I pursed my lips and turned on Pussy and Tom. “You guys are back in human form.” I wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question.

Tom shrugged. “Good observation, Sherlock.” He glanced at the ghost. “Your mystery is in good hands, Aggy, this one is a genius.”

“Hardy-har, smart ass,” I snapped, pointing a finger in his direction. “You guys turn into human form when you touch me, right?” I narrowed my eyes. “So, when exactly, pray tell, did you touch me without my knowledge?”

Tom looked the other way, refusing to meet my eye, so I turned my attention to Pussy. He simply shrugged and whistled as he stared up to the ceiling. I looked back to Finn, who also offered a shrug. “Don’t ask me, I was in bed with you.”

Agatha feigned an overly dramatic gasp. “Jumping into bed with my pets already? Somebody knows how to take the ‘V’ out of vegan, that’s for sure.”

I leaned forward and wagged my finger at her like a mother scolding a young child.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.