Catch as Cat Can by Rita Mae Brown

Author:Rita Mae Brown [Brown, Rita Mae]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense
ISBN: 9780553902174
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2001-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

26

Tucker blasted through the animal door at the post office with such velocity that her feet skidded sideways and she fell over, sliding. A bump into the mail cart stopped her unusual progress.

Scrambling to her feet she shouted, “I found it! I found the truck.”

Mrs. Murphy, who watched the dog's slide with mirth, hopped off the table. “Where?”

“At Booty Mawyer's.”

“What?” The cat couldn't believe her ears.

Pewter, roused from yet another slumber, shook herself, stuck her head up from the mail cart in which she was sleeping. “Tucker, what are you talking about? And you woke me up.”

“I'm telling you that the GMC truck is parked at the old tobacco-curing shed at Booty Mawyer's place.”

“How do you know it's the right truck?” Pewter, skeptical, asked.

“Has the Cowboys jacket on the seat. Like Sean said. Remember?” The dog's eyes shone with intelligence.

“He did say that, didn't he?” The gray cat pulled herself up and out of the mail cart using her front paws.

“What's the commotion here?” Harry smiled down at her friends.

“Oh, Mom, I wish you could understand me.” The corgi's ears drooped a bit, then perked back up.

Harry handed the dog a Milk-Bone. For good measure she gave the cats a few bits of Haute Feline, then returned to her task of reorganizing the carton shelves.

“I think we'd better check this out. This just doesn't sound right.” Mrs. Murphy brushed her whiskers with her paws. “For one thing, Tucker, Rick Shaw and Coop could have traced the truck to Booty Mawyer easily enough. License plates alone would do that and even though Sean didn't get the number all they would have to do is tap into the Department of Motor Vehicle computers for 1987 GMC trucks in the county. So something's amiss.”

“That's just it, Murphy, there are no license plates. ‘Farm Use' is painted where the plates should go. This truck is long off the records.”

“Well, why didn't you say that in the first place?” The cat was already heading for the door.

“You didn't give me the chance. And you know, Murphy, ‘Farm Use' trucks aren't supposed to go out on the roads. Who would remember this old truck?”

“Tucker, I'm sorry. Come on.” She disappeared through the door, her tail swishing through last.

As Tucker hurried after the sleek tiger, Pewter wailed, “I smell rain. I'll get wet.”

“Stay here, fatso.” The corgi couldn't resist a parting shot.

“Don't leave me! I hate to miss anything.” Under her breath the gray cat grumbled, “I know I'm going to regret this.”

“What is going on?” Harry scratched her head as Pewter's gray bottom vanished through the door.

“Must be a good party somewhere.” Miranda laughed. “Here, let me hold that package or you'll tip the shelf over.”

The three animals streaked along the lawns. Tucker held other dogs at bay, declaring they were just crossing and would be off that particular dog's property soon enough. The corgi also advised other dogs they would probably be returning that way and she was sorry to disturb them but important business was at hand.

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