Fleece the Cat (The 9 Lives Cozy Mystery Series, Book 7) by Louise Clark

Author:Louise Clark [Clark, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2022-04-25T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

Christy closed the door to her office very quietly. She walked over to the window and stared out. There were clouds collecting over the North Shore Mountains, suggesting a storm ahead and to Christy’s mind today’s meeting was as ominous as those clouds. Deep in her gut, she believed the Muirs were trouble, Dawn particularly. But where Dawn led, Lincoln followed.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she hugged herself and fought to regain her equilibrium. After a moment, she sighed. Staring at the gray clouds rolling in from the ocean and imagining the gathering storm in her own life wasn’t helping her marshal her thoughts.

She shivered and turned away from the window. Crossing to her desk, she pulled out a pad to make notes and hopefully create a plan of action.

She’d begin by emailing Mallory Tait to let her know that the Muirs were aggressive, combative, and confrontational‍—and that they were headed her way.

Her next note read ‘Move the investigation forward. Find a resolution sooner rather than later.’ Having written the words down, she paused to stare at them. The two short sentences disguised a complex task with endless subheadings. The timing in the second sentence, ‘sooner rather than later,’ was the critical element that had tied her stomach in knots from the first moment she’d met Dawn and Lincoln Muir.

She had the impression that Pam’s parents‍—Dawn Muir especially‍—were impatient to see their grandson acknowledged as heir to the Jamieson fortune. She paused to tap her pen against her chin. Grudgingly, she conceded there was no malice in that desire; rather, it was an act of trust for a daughter they loved unconditionally.

She understood love and loyalty to a child. Noelle was the core of her existence and she would do anything to ensure her daughter was safe. The thought of losing Noelle was so awful, she wouldn’t even allow herself to imagine her death, so she guessed the Muirs were living a nightmare that would never truly end. It would account for their aggression and their anger and their desire for closure.

After a moment, she added a note to ask Mallory to deal with the Muirs in an empathetic way. She circled it and drew a line up to the email Mallory task. That done, she turned her thoughts back to the Muirs. Was it possible to resolve their issues without a confrontation?

They believed in their daughter. Pam had told them their grandson was a Jamieson, so it was true. Not ‘it must be true,’ or ‘it could be true,’ but the absolute‍—it was true. Pam’s last project was to see her son named a Jamieson and Christy suspected the Muirs would go to any lengths to ensure that happened, a final gift from loving parents to their lost child.

She was mulling over that thought when there was a tap and her door opened. She looked up to see Isabelle in the doorway.

“They’ve gone,” Isabelle said, coming into the office.

Christy straightened as she put her pen onto the pad.

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