Collectors, Cats & Murder: A Cozy English Animal Mystery (A Dickens & Christie Mystery Book 4) by Kathy Manos Penn

Author:Kathy Manos Penn [Penn, Kathy Manos]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781734322682
Publisher: Manos Penn & Ink
Published: 2021-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

“Thank you, Leta. This is perfect,” meowed Christie as I positioned her backpack in the car. Would wonders never cease? She hadn’t uttered a single complaint this morning, but the day was young. I didn’t have an official car harness for her pack, so I passed the seatbelt through its loops. Then I secured Dickens behind me. Belle would ride shotgun.

When I pulled up to Sunshine Cottage, Belle was waiting outside by the front door. She locked it behind her and made her way to the car. I hopped out to open the passenger door and noticed she was moving more slowly than usual. “Is your arthritis bad today?”

She handed me her cane as she settled herself in the front seat. “Seems so, but I hope these old joints will loosen up as the day goes on. Can’t let a few aches and pains stop the LOLs, can we?” Belle had played a big part in naming our detective agency. When Gemma had first referred to the three of us as little old ladies, I was fit to be tied, but Belle loved it. We didn’t think of ourselves as an official business, but we had fun with the name, and plenty of the villagers referred to us that way.

I’d had Little Old Ladies’ Detective Agency business cards printed to give Wendy and Belle for Christmas. Wendy’s were tucked in the pocket of an aqua hoodie embroidered with the phrase, “Your first mistake is thinking I’m just a little old lady.” I’d gotten myself an identical one in red. Since Belle would never wear a hoodie, I’d given her a blue canvas bag embroidered with the saying. She carried it everywhere.

“Hold on, Leta. Maybe if I greet Christie and Dickens properly, they’ll quiet down.” She was right. All she had to do was rub their noses and scratch their chins while cooing how glad she was to see them, and their chatter stopped. Christie, especially, adored Belle, so there was a chance my prissy cat would be on her best behavior today.

I pulled up in front of Teddy’s cottage. A police car was parked by the cottage next door, and Beatrix’s car was in the driveway behind the Rolls. “Such an elegant car that Rolls. It makes me think of that BBC show we watched, The Mrs. Bradley Mysteries, with Diana Rigg. You know I loved her hats.”

Belle glanced at me and smiled. “Those hats from the 1920s were something, weren’t they? A bit much for this day and age, though, when you can hardly get a woman to wear a dress, much less a hat.” I was pretty sure Wendy and I rated high in Belle’s eyes because we liked to dress well.

I helped her from the car before I unfastened Christie’s pack and placed it on my shoulders. Last, I went around to Dickens’s side to let him out. As our little entourage proceeded up the walkway, I asked, “Can you ever forgive me for wearing jeans today?”

“Let

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