The Cat Caper (Pet Whisperer P.I. Book 5) by Molly Fitz & Blueberry Bay

Author:Molly Fitz & Blueberry Bay [Fitz, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sweet Promise Press
Published: 2019-08-05T04:00:00+00:00

Of course, Pringle hadn’t found anything worthwhile in my absence and neither had Nan.

“I wonder what Ethel would have thought of all this hullabaloo if she were still alive to see it,” Nan drawled over dinner that evening. She’d busied herself by cooking up a storm in the kitchen, so dinner was a strange yet satisfying combination of dim sum, gnocchi, and empanadas.

“You would never kill me to get to my fortune,” Nan asked as she bit into a steamy dumpling and trained a wary eye on me. “Would you?”

I dropped my fork and stared at her, slack-jawed. Luckily, I’d just swallowed a mouthful of pasta, otherwise it would have fallen straight down onto the table. The things my nan said sometimes!

“Kidding,” she sang with a merry little titter. “Still, though. Poor Ethel. Betrayed by those she loved most, both in life and in death. She only wanted her beloved feline companion to live out the rest of his days in comfort, but that, too, has created difficulty. The old broad just couldn’t win.”

She shrugged and took another bite, chewing thoughtfully as we sat in silence. I understood why we were talking about the late Ethel Fulton, but it still made me tremendously sad—especially since in some ways, I was living her life now, or at least in her house. To think, even though Ethel had died with lots of money, it was clear she’d been missing something important in life.

Like love, family, respect.

Nan said nothing more about it, but the woman I’d seen only at her funeral last year remained solidly at the front of mind. I owed it to her to make sure her cat maintained his lavish lifestyle, that he was brought home safe and sound. So what if other people didn’t exactly understand.

I did, and this was my job. It was also something I cared deeply about and would fight to put right again.

Octo-Cat was coming home, no matter what it took.

Thankfully, updates from Charles started coming in via text shortly after we’d finished dinner. He messaged after each visit he made to one of Ethel’s heirs. At first his messages came relatively close together since he was visiting those who lived in our own Glendale, but eventually they became fewer and farther between.

I lay in bed with my phone beside me, eagerly awaiting each one.

Until I fell asleep.

I dreamt of the early days with Octo-Cat, back when we lived in that tiny rental he hated and were still finding our way around each other. I revisited all my favorite memories—like giving him his very own iPad and eating grilled shrimp together, the day the paperwork came in and I officially adopted him. We’d lived through so many important moments together and had so many more that were yet to come.

We’d caught killers and thieves. We could catch a catnapper, too.

The happy memories quickly gave way to the scary ones. To high-speed car chases and ominous staircases, visiting a friend in maximum security and staring straight into the eyes of someone who wanted me dead.

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