Too Ghoul for School by Sarina Dorie

Author:Sarina Dorie [Dorie, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: amazon.com
Published: 2020-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Let the Cat out of the Bag

Vega sniffed at the air. It reeked of alcohol and dirty socks, exactly like Mr. Milton. On the desk, he’d set up an alchemy station, herbs prepped in various bottles and some kind of tincture distilled through tubes. Some of the glass jars were smashed. Vega avoided the shards on the desk and those on the floor as she launched herself off it.

Mr. Milton’s wardrobe had been left open. Clothes vomited out of the cupboard and spilled onto the floor, left in the haste of someone’s search. Vega raked her claws through the fabric on the floor, intent on finding the texture of sweater vests and the fine weave of pants. She wasn’t able to feel while in the body of a cat which ones she’d inscribed magical messages into, and she didn’t dare change back into a human. Especially not now that she saw what someone else had done.

She didn’t want to get blamed for their mess.

Vega piled every article of clothing that she might have left a magicked message on into a heap. After that, she sniffed around the room for clues, trying to decide who might have come by recently. That was, of course, assuming someone had stopped in tonight. For all she knew, the killer could have broken in on Friday night.

She didn’t smell the banana, coconut, and wet wood fragrance of Mrs. Saeueng’s magic, but that didn’t mean much. Mrs. Saeueng might have been adept at disguising herself. Vega could smell better than a human when she was in the form of a cat, but her senses weren’t as acute as a dog’s.

She gave up on scent and jumped onto the disheveled bed. From the crooked angle, she took it someone had lifted up the mattress to examine it. There was no way she could do any heavy lifting as a cat. Even if she could have, it was unlikely there would be anything left under the mattress at this point.

She didn’t find anything under the bed other than dust bunnies, spiders, and a pornography collection. The drawer to the nightstand had been yanked open, the contents scattered amongst the clothes. When Vega leapt onto the nightstand, propelled herself onto the wardrobe, and used that to scramble onto an empty shelf, she noticed the dusty outlines of books. There weren’t any books on the floor.

Someone had probably found Mr. Milton’s diary. Or diaries. Multiple books were missing. Vega doubted it had been Mrs. Saeueng. The older woman just didn’t seem like the type to trash someone’s room—even if he had been her ex-husband. From that subtle way she hadn’t wanted Vega to know about the diary, she seemed more the sort who would want to keep it a secret than someone who would pillage Mr. Milton’s room.

Vega performed the chore of removing articles of clothing from the small mountain she’d made and draped them over the window frame for Amy. When she was done, she meowed.

That was their signal.

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