The Tail of the Secret Identity: A Beatrice Young Cozy Cat Mystery (Beatrice Young Cozy Cat Mysteries Book 3) by Rogers Alannah

Author:Rogers, Alannah [Rogers, Alannah]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: mystery series books, cozy mysteries, cozy cat mysteries, cozy cat mystery books, cat mystery, mystery novels, cozy mysteries women sleuths, cozy mysteries new releases, cozy mystery series
Published: 2015-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

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The Arbor had one key feature for potential spies—one side of its garden patio was only separated from a tiny alley by a tall yew hedge. Since the restaurant’s owners clearly weren’t worrying about people spying on their patrons, there were gaps in the hedge big enough to peek through from the alley and see what was happening on the other side.

And since it wasn’t technically on the restaurant’s property, the cats could come too.

Beatrice and Zoe crowded around a hole that gave them a good view of the goings-on within. Beatrice hadn’t been to the Arbor since it had opened. Her cats had been promptly rejected at the door and she’d had to find emergency babysitting for them, as Matthew had gotten them a reservation he’d been looking forward to for weeks.

It was just as she remembered, with the addition of heat lamps positioned around the garden to ward off the chill. Flame-red vines spilled down the brick face of the restaurant. Candlelight twinkled on the tables covered in white tablecloths and in sconces fixed on the walls. Waiters in crisp black and white uniforms circulated slowly, pouring wine and presenting plates, among the tables filled with older folk dressed in draping black clothes.

“I don’t see them,” Beatrice hissed.

“Are you blind? They’re in that far corner, under the maple.”

Beatrice fumbled in her purse for her reading glasses and slid them on. Things still looked foggy. “Maybe it’s time for real glasses,” she muttered. “What are they doing, Zoe?”

“I dunno. Eating? Wow, Joan looks great. Man she looks good in orange silk.”

Beatrice squinted even harder. “Is Matthew wearing that blue shirt I gave him for Christmas two years ago? Come on.”

She felt a tug on her jeans and looked down. Hamish was stretching up her leg and digging his nails into the fabric. He glowered at her.

“Just a minute Hammy, I’m a little busy right now.” She shooed him away and he sat back down, emitting a low growl as he did so. Beatrice put a finger over her lips.

“Bee, I hate to say this, but they look happy,” Zoe said, leaning into the bush. “Like they’re having a good time. Are you sure they weren’t friends before?”

Beatrice wracked her brain for any clue. “Not that I can remember. I thought they were on a ‘hi’ basis only. Of course, they knew about each other but that was that, as far as I know.”

She squinted again and managed to take in a better view. Matthew was laughing at something Joan was saying. She reached out her hand and touched his arm. Beatrice smashed her reading glasses to her face, as if they could give her superpower vision to see exactly what was going on. She leaned into the bush, almost toppling into it.

She felt claws on her jeans and looked down, expecting Hamish. Instead, Lucky was scaling her pant leg like she was a tree. He clung on to her upper thigh, ears back, green eyes wide.

“What are you doing, Lucky?” Beatrice said, trying to disengage the little black cat from her pants.

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