Cat Sitter Among the Pigeons: A Dixie Hemingway Mystery (Dixie Hemingway Mysteries)
anybody’s name.” Strictly speaking, that was true. “Do you think grabbing you had something to do with Myra Kreigle?” “Not really. Probably just a coincidence that the limo was in front of her house when I left the house next door.” I tried to sound convincing, but Tom knows me well enough to know when I’m not being totally honest. I got busy emptying my water glass and putting it in the dishwasher. When I left, Tom and Billy Elliot watched me leave with identical wrinkled brows. Billy Elliot
cheerful, so good, I could have been the star of a documentary about pet sitting. Even Mr. Stern’s sulkiness didn’t faze me. When I got to his house, Ruby opened the door. She looked happier, and I hoped it was because she’d escaped stress for a little while the night before. She rolled her eyes toward the kitchen in a sort of conspiratorial way to let me know that Mr. Stern could hear us. “Cheddar’s with Opal again. He slept under the crib last night and he’s been in the bedroom all morning.
know if that boy knows what he believes anymore. His dad has him all twisted up. He feeds him a lot of crap about how Ruby can’t be trusted and how she’s a two-timing slut, but it’s not true. Ruby’s a good girl. She got in with the wrong people, but she didn’t know what they were until it was too late.” Sergeant Owens came out the front door, and Cupcake hurried to dig a crumpled card from his pants pocket and hand it to me. “We need to help those kids.” I didn’t know if he meant Ruby and Zack
shocked midst of it happening, while I kicked and grunted and squealed and tried to wrest myself free, part of my mind coolly appraised their expertise. These guys were pros. The doors closed and the limo backed out of the lot and drove down Ocean at a normal speed. Both men had got into the back with me, so the driver was alone in the front. He kept his face turned forward so all I could see was the back of his head. One of the men in the back put a strip of tape over my mouth, and they had my
happening to him, that he was losing himself away from his beloved New Orleans. If he did, he would lose his love for me. There was another factor that I’d never considered until this evening, but now I had to look at it. When my little girl died, a part of me had died with her. I’d never expected to have another baby. I hadn’t wanted another baby. But now that Guidry had forced the issue, I felt the idea nibbling at the edges of my mind, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to push it away. Guidry had