The Wolfe Widow (A Book Collector Mystery) by Victoria Abbott

Author:Victoria Abbott [Abbott, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

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I HUSTLED ABOUT getting food for a pair of pooches who had apparently not been fed for years, if their early-morning performance was anything to go by. If I hadn’t given them a regular supply of food and treats, I might have fallen for it.

Meanwhile over in Cat City, the Siamese were getting restless. I wasn’t sure if they were actually hungry, as they would consider it beneath them to reveal that. I did get the sense that they’d like to get over to the dog side of the dwelling and give Walter and Cobain a few things to think about. I needed to make sure that didn’t happen. Once the dogs were falling into their dishes, I took the small container of special cat food that Kevin had left with me, found two small bowls and made my way to Uncle Lucky and Karen’s quarters. I put my high boots on first and my leather gloves. If I’d owned a goalie’s mask, I might have worn that too.

The dogs and I escaped the feeding of the felines without incident, except for a minor scratch on my forearm. I was sure it would heal in time. I got the heck out of there. Somehow my investigation into the shadowy drivers of the red (formerly green) truck seemed a lot less dangerous than hanging around my uncles’ house while the cats prepared for war. You could almost hear the distant drums.

After the care and feeding of cute but needy animals, it was time to make some progress. I decided to head over to Maple Street to talk to Audra and the Snows. I chose not to let them know ahead of time, not wanting anything to impede that progress.

Mindy and Tom were home and seemed happy to see me, although Tom said he didn’t think I should be out and about so soon.

Mindy said, “Shhh. The poor thing must be stir-crazy.”

Tom redeemed himself by saying that Mindy had just finished baking a couple of apple pies. Of course, I’d been well aware of that from the moment I approached the front door. As breakfast had been fast and furious and not that great, pies sounded perfect.

“I like to have a few in the freezer for emergencies,” she said. “Tomorrow, I’ll make the pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving.”

I beamed at her.

Tom said, “Mindy always likes to test the first pie to see if it’s all right.”

That sounded good to me. “Happy to help.”

We resumed our places around the small pine table. As Mindy served up the pie (which smelled out of this world), she asked if I wanted ice cream with it.

You bet I did. Try and match that, Archie Goodwin, I thought.

Once all the pleasantries, concerns for my well-being and serving were taken care of, I said, “I’d like to talk to you about the truck that hit me.”

They both nodded earnestly.

“Did you both see it?”

Mindy said, “Tom did. I was behind him but not quite out the door when it happened.

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