Owen was sitting on the top step by the back door when I got home. As soon as I unlocked the door, he followed his nose and went over to the counter to stare up at the slow cooker. The kitchen smelled like tomatoes, onions and spices. Owen tipped his head back and closed his eyes. If it smelled delicious to me, how good did it smell to him?
“That’s not for you,” I said. “That’s for Maggie.” Immediately he leaned back to look around me. “She won’t be here for another hour,” I said. “And Roma’s coming as well.”
The cat narrowed his eyes, whiskers twitching.
“Hey, I like Roma,” I said, kicking off my shoes. “And don’t forget Maggie likes her.”
Owen made a huffy noise that rumbled in his chest.
“Suit yourself,” I said, going over to peek through the glass lid of the cooker. “Roma was hoping you or your brother would try some cat food samples she was sent, to see if you liked them, but you don’t have to.”
There was a meow from the direction of the living room. Hercules was sitting in the doorway. He came about halfway across the room and meowed again.
“Would you like to be Roma’s taste tester?” I asked.
He sat down, curled his tail around his back legs and licked his lips.
I smiled at him as I went to the sink to wash my hands. “Thank you. Roma will appreciate that. I think there’s some kind of salmon-flavored bits and maybe chicken. I’m not sure.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Owen’s head whip around at the word “salmon.” His third favorite word after “sardines” and “funky chickens.” Fourth favorite if you counted “Maggie.”
He galloped across the floor, legs high in the air, and then sat down next to his brother, wiggling his backside and bumping Hercules with his hip, which got him a withering look.
“Oh, so you are interested in helping Roma?” I said.
He licked his lips just the way Hercules had done.
“Your brother volunteered first,” I told him as I dried my hands. “But if Roma needs a second opinion, you’ll be it.”
Owen glared at Hercules. Herc flicked the tip of his tail in return and came over to rub against my leg.
I told the cats about seeing Burtis with Lita in the library parking lot as I peeled the potatoes. “Do you think those two could actually be a couple?” I asked.
Hercules closed his eyes as though he were trying to imagine the two of them together. Owen, who was still sulking under the table, didn’t even look in my direction.
Then I told them about my conversation inside the library with Burtis. “He is right that the library is an important part of Mayville,” I told Hercules as I got the makings for a salad out of the fridge. “The usage numbers have gone up and they’ve stayed up.”
“Merow,” he said with enthusiasm.
“It wouldn’t have happened if Everett hadn’t paid for the renovations as a gift to the town and if people like Oren hadn’t worked so hard to see the work get finished. Everybody here cares about Mayville Heights. And so do I.”
I took down four tomatoes that had been ripening on the kitchen windowsill. “I’m thinking that maybe, maybe if I can figure out what happened to Mike Glazer, it could do more than put Old Harry’s mind at ease. Maybe it could somehow help save the tour proposal.”
Hercules put a paw over his face. Was that his very polite cat way of saying “Are you out of your mind?”
“It might help,” I said a little defensively. All I could see around the paw was one green eye looking at me.
I put the tomatoes on the cutting board and scooped the cat into my arms. He nuzzled my chin. “I could do it,” I said. “I could figure out how Mike died, and Maggie and Liam can convince his partners that basing a tour around Mayville Heights is a great idea.” I scratched the spot above his nose where his black fur gave way to white. “All I need is Wonder Woman’s Lasso of Truth and her bulletproof bracelets.”
He scrunched up his furry black-and-white face and tilted his head to stare at the ceiling.
“And the invisible plane would be good, too,” I said with a laugh. I put him back on the floor.
Maggie arrived about quarter after six. Owen was waiting for her by the back door.
“Hey, Fuzz Face,” she said, bending down to smile at him. As usual, he got all twitchy and started to purr. “Mmmm, something smells good,” she continued, stepping into the kitchen with the cat three steps behind her. “Is it that beef dish you made before with onions and mushrooms and tomato sauce?”
I nodded. “It is.”
She looked down at Owen. “This is going to be good.” Then she looked at me. “What can I do?”
Just then Roma knocked on the back door.
“You could put the knives and forks on the table,” I said as I went out into the porch to let her in.
Roma was carrying a string grocery bag and a bottle of wine. “This is Ruby’s latest vintage,” she said. “I’m driving and I see Maggie is, but I thought you could save this to enjoy with . . . someone else.”
I took the bottle and mock-glared at her. I knew she meant Marcus. Then again, maybe I could share the bottle with him as a peace offering.
I hung up Roma’s coat while she said hello to Maggie. I knew it was only a matter of time before she outed me on kissing Marcus. For a moment I considered turning around, flinging out my arms and announcing it, but that seemed a tad melodramatic.
When I did turn around, Hercules was sitting in front of Roma. She opened the top of the string bag. “Hello, Hercules,” she said. “I need your opinion on these cat food samples.”
“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘bribe,’ not ‘samples,’” Maggie said. She looked down at Owen and raised her eyebrows conspiratorially. She’d pulled out a chair and was sitting, one leg tucked underneath her, not unlike the way Owen was sitting on the floor beside her, his tail curled around his feet. He was sneaking little looks in Roma’s direction, I noticed.
Roma pulled a cardboard box stamped with paw prints out of the string bag and opened the top flap. “This isn’t a bribe,” she said to Maggie. “I need an honest opinion. Another vet I know is developing a line of all-natural, organic cat food. It’s not as though I can try it and decide if it’s any good.”
Maggie leaned forward, snatched a piece of star-shaped kibble out of the box and popped it in her mouth before Roma could react.
She chewed and then wrinkled her nose. “Needs salt,” she said.
Hercules’s head swiveled from Roma to Maggie and back again. Roma shook her head with a wry smile. “Maggie Adams, I can’t believe you just ate cat food,” she said.
Mags pointed at the box. “It’s not like the stuff is made of bug parts,” she said. “Which wouldn’t be so bad because I have eaten a bug once.”
Owen gave her a look of pure, unadulterated adoration. I had no idea how much of the sentence he understood, but he definitely knew the word “bug.”