Catching the Cat Burglar by Cassie Wright

Author:Cassie Wright [Wright, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-06T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

I wake up feeling glum. My shot at glory last night turned into a thirty-minute lecture from the chief, who all but changed his mind about giving me a chance to make the force. It took my most strenuous apologies to calm him down, and when he finally walked away I felt like a sixth grader leaving the principal's office.

Still, I wasn't deterred. Growing up, I always had this stubborn streak. Whenever somebody told me I couldn't do something, I'd fight twice as hard to prove them wrong. My parents raised me to believe I could achieve whatever goals I desired, and I still believe that to this day. I'm a smart, passionate, strong woman, and nobody is going to tell me what I can or cannot do. If the chief thinks I'm going to give up on catching this shifter thief after one rough night, he's very, very mistaken.

So I get up, shower, make myself a pot of strong coffee, and head into Honeycomb Falls. I want to check in on Anita and make sure she's doing all right, as well as catch up with the news at the Gypsy Cafe, and maybe buy a grilled cheese sandwich at Mindy's General Store which I'll eat by the waterfall.

However, driving into town I see a commotion going on outside the police station. People are standing around in sparse crowds, and a large tow truck is backed up to a mess of tangled metal. I park and get out, curious and worried, hoping no one was hurt. Stepping up to the crowd, I see Mindy standing with some of her deli workers, arms crossed.

"What happened?" I step up next to her.

"The fire escape fell down last night." Mindy's mouth is pinched with disapproval . "Though how that's possible I don't know. Jacob pointed out that the brick up there in the wall looks all torn out."

I follow her pointed finger and see puckered holes where the fire escape was bolted into the wall. It really does look like it was torn out. Moving through the crowd, I walk up to Bardwell, who is scowling at the tow truck driver.

"I don't care where you take it, just take it off Bridge Street."

The pudgy little truck driver scratches his thinning white hair. "How 'bout down by the quarry?"

"That's fine," growls Bardwell.

"Or I could drag it up over to the -"

"The quarry's fine. Get a move on, Hank." Bardwell turns away, ending the conversation, and sees me. I can tell he's not thrilled.

"Morning, Bardwell. What happened here?"

"What happened?" He puts his hands on his hips and stares at the wreckage. "Something tore the fire escape clean off the wall, is what happened. No witnesses, though. Excuse me." He steps away.

I sigh. I'm clearly not that popular right now, after last night's antics. I look around and catch sight of Groofy out of the corner of my eye. He's standing around the corner of the station in the mouth of the alley. He sees me and wags his tail, happy to be noticed.

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