Sweetness and Light by J A Whiting

Author:J A Whiting [Whiting, J A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Animals, Amateur Sleuths, Cozy
Publisher: J A Whiting
Published: 2015-08-14T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Angie burst into the enormous room where the memorial service had been held. A man stood a few feet from her. “The service is over. We’re cleaning up in here.”

“Did you see an older man come in? He walks with a cane.” Angie panted from the adrenaline rushing through her body.

The worker looked blankly at the young woman.

“Did you notice a cat? Black. She just came in here.”

He glanced about the space. “No cats in here.”

Angie ignored the man and rushed further into the room. “Circe! Mr. Finch!” She peered under the seats, looked behind the podium, spun about trying to find Finch or the cat. Thrumming started to beat in her veins. She stopped short, and then turned slowly in a circle. She saw a partially closed door on the other side of the room. She hurried over, and grabbed the knob.

“No one’s supposed to be in here now.” The man called to Angie. “Miss, you need to go back to the main reception room.”

Angie shouted, “Call the police.” She pushed open the door and stepped into a dark hallway. Sweat trickled down her back. She edged along the space. “Mr. Finch! Circe!” She caught herself in mid-yell realizing she was foolishly announcing her presence.

After advancing down the hall several yards, Angie heard the meow of a cat. She ran forward and again heard Circe’s mew. It came from a room on the right side of the hallway.

She peeked into the large space that was decorated as a den and she saw Circe leaning over Mr. Finch prone on the Oriental rug in front of a massive desk. Angie’s blood roared in her ears. She rushed forward and knelt. She felt for a pulse. The side of Mr. Finch’s head was covered in blood.

Angie whispered. “Mr. Finch.” She could feel the faint beat of a pulse on his neck. “Who did this?” she mumbled.

Circe licked the man’s cheek.

“Good Girl.” Angie’s voice trembled. “Sweet cat.”

She pulled out her phone and placed an emergency call for an ambulance and then she texted Jenna. While she sat on the floor next to Mr. Finch holding his hand and whispering his name, tears formed in Angie’s eyes and fell, one by one, onto the older man’s wrinkled face.

After several minutes passed, which seemed like hours to Angie, she heard Jenna’s voice shouting for her. She directed her sister to the den by calling out.

Jenna rushed in, her eyes wide, her face pale. She knelt beside Angie. “Is he…?”

“He’s alive. I can feel his pulse.”

Mr. Finch stirred. He turned his head to the side and coughed. His eyes popped open and he winced. “What…?”

“It’s okay.” Angie squeezed his hand. “Medical help is on the way. You hit your head. You’re going to be fine.” She didn’t think Finch hit his head at all, but she wanted him to remain calm.

Finch blinked his eyes and shifted his gaze about the room. He looked at the girls and kept his voice low. “Someone hit me. Hard.

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