Art Heists and Hairballs (Spy Kitty in the City) by Booth Bailey

Author:Booth, Bailey [Booth, Bailey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-10T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Casey and Brooke thought I should get lucky. Or at least, wear Lucky. They’d brought the contents of their entire closets to Helping Paws, but the LBD was the clear winner.

“We should come with you.” Brooke frowned and walked around me in a circle, tapping her finger against her chin as Casey draped a scarf around my neck. The only thing harder than finding out who took the Bournaise was making me feel comfortable in this dangerously low-cut dress. It was a far cry from my usual big T-shirts and leggings. “Maybe Persephone can talk to us, too. She could have a connection with shelter workers.”

“You would’ve heard her when she was here. She’s not exactly shy.”

“We didn’t get to spend any time with her before you brought her back to Margaret,” Casey countered.

“The party is invite-only. I wish I could bring you. Going to a party where I don’t know anyone is like one of those dreams where you show up at work naked.”

“You know Henry.”

“Right. But he’s probably got connections in the art world, and he won’t want to have a clueless barnacle stuck to him.”

“He did ask you on another date.” Casey waggled her eyebrows. “Isn’t the point of this party to sell paintings? I’d think she’d want as many people there as possible.”

“Margaret wanted to cancel. She’s not sure she wants to sell any of the paintings anymore.”

“What if it’s an inside job? Margaret pretended the painting was stolen so she doesn’t have to sell it?” Brooke handed me a long necklace. “Loop this around your neck. You won’t be so self-conscious about your cleavage all night.”

I groaned and sat down, tugging at the hem of the dress. I wasn’t ready for Lucky. I must have a pair of nice black pants and a dressy shirt in my closet that still fit. “She’s still mourning Bellamy. This can’t be easy for her.”

“But the cat,” Brooke said. “If she packed her up in that awful box and just left her here…Ugh. Make sure you bring her home with you.”

“She loves her cat.” So there went that theory. “Maybe I should just leave well enough alone. I did my job. I reunited Persephone with her owner.”

“Can Persephone talk to Margaret?” Casey asked.

“No. She seemed flabbergasted by my claim and we never had a chance to talk about it.”

“You can’t abandon Persephone.” Brooke picked up one of the cats we’d let out of the kennel for the afternoon. We liked to give the animals as much freedom as we could. It kept them social, and prospective adopters loved seeing them free. “Imagine if you found the only person you could communicate with, and then, just like that, you never saw them again.”

“Not sure Margaret’s looking to do joint custody.”

Casey sat next to me, and another cat jumped into her lap. “What would you do with the reward money?”

“Put it into the shelter. Persephone says these kitties have a taste for tuna. Maybe buy a few outfits so I don’t have to keep borrowing your clothes when I want to look nice.

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