The Cat, the Lady and the Liar: A Cats in Trouble Mystery
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Cat quilter Jillian Hart finds a gorgeous stray cat belonging to the fabulously wealthy Ritaestelle Longworth, who believes she's being drugged. Before Jillian can get to those charges, a body turns up in the lake-and her cat Chablis finds Ritaestelle nearby. Can Jillian's cats aid her in solving a mystery with decades old roots?
mistress’s chest, closed her eyes and began to purr. Thirteen The reunion between Isis and Ritaestelle was short-lived. The cat belonged to me again once the paramedics decided that Ritaestelle needed her hip X-rayed. Candace went with her in the ambulance to the county hospital. Which left me with Lydia Monk. That was because she is a county “investigator” and not a medical examiner—she’s not even close to being a doctor. I had to tell her everything that went on before I found Evie in
the water. But I got to ask a few questions of my own after I told her all I knew. “Do you think Evie Preston drowned?” I asked. I’d changed my clothes and we were sitting in my living room with glasses of sweet tea. Even though I do not care for Lydia, that doesn’t mean I can’t be polite. Besides, I needed a little sugar boost after the evening’s stressful events. All four cats had disappeared as soon as Lydia came in through my back door and hadn’t shown their furry faces in the last thirty
minutes. I sure could have used a cat in my lap to keep my blood pressure in check. But I was doing an adequate job keeping my emotions under control even though the image of Evie’s wide dead eyes kept reappearing. And I had to admit that this conversation between Lydia and me was going well insofar as there’d been no remarks from her about our imaginary romantic triangle. Lydia said, “I can’t be certain about whether she drowned until I find the doc on call to do an autopsy. But that blow she
and still meowing. I stepped closer and saw tears streaming down Ritaestelle’s face. Even so, her voice was supportive and kind as she again encouraged Mrs. Preston to cooperate with Lydia. I could see why Ritaestelle had been so respected in her community. She was strong but kind; she’d probably been an adviser to many. The accusations dogging her lately must have hurt her deeply, just as her nephew’s words had stung me. Even her little goddess Isis wanted to help—or get me to help. I went to
you, Ed.’ And that’s what happened this past year. Nothin’ wrong that I could tell.” I don’t know what made me ask the next question. Just intuition, I suppose. “Were you in love with her?” A flush rose from Ed’s neck up to his face, producing two red circles on his cheeks right above his beard. “Fell head over heels for that woman, I did.” He let out a humph. “Me and plenty of others.” Five Ed, still red-faced with embarrassment, turned to Tom. “But your mother’s the only one for me