Anna gave her a doubtful look and got in line at the Coffee Caravan trailer. “Should I get something for you?”
She usually got a plain, strong cup of coffee, but she felt like having a cup of comfort today. “How about a white chocolate mocha? With whipped cream.”
Chase hurried away toward the big building. However, before she got there, she met Patrice, on her way to the food court.
“Chase, did you hear about Mike?” She looked very much like Betsy, her mother, when worry creased her face like that.
“I don’t know much, just that he was arrested.”
“It’s my fault.” She was in her Madame Divine outfit, and she twisted the folds of her robe with restless fingers. “I’m the one who told them.”
“Your fault he was arrested? Who did you tell what?”
“I told that detective why he was in the butter building. I thought it would help.”
“What exactly did you say?”
“I said that I took the diamond collar and that I hid it in the butter and that I asked my cousin to get it back for me so I could return it to the display and that he said he would. And that’s what got him hauled in in the first place.” Her whole body shook almost imperceptibly.
Chase wasn’t sure why that information would get him arrested for murder. She would have to talk to “that detective” and see what was going on. Or maybe Jay could find out from Gerrold Gustafson, the lawyer friend who was working for Mike.
“Maybe it’s not your fault,” Chase said, trying to calm Patrice.
“It is! It’s my fault, and now Mike will hate me forever.”
Chase fished a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to the poor fortune-teller. Too bad she couldn’t really tell fortunes, or at least predict the consequences of her own actions.
“You know Jay and Julie got him a good lawyer. I’m sure he’ll be released soon.” Chase patted Patrice’s trembling shoulder and hoped she was right.
“You think he will?”
Chase nodded. “I’ll bet he’ll be out today.” She crossed her fingers behind her back again, looking down to make sure her nose wasn’t growing a foot.
Patrice went on her way and Chase continued to the vet clinic.
As she entered the outer office, she heard pandemonium coming from the clinic.
“Wild cat here! Everyone watch out, I’ve got a wild cat here!” It was Dr. Drood’s querulous voice.
Chase dashed into the clinic, making sure nothing got through the door. “What’s going on?”
Dr. Drood held Quincy one-handed, under his belly, just outside the cage. Quincy’s tail was puffed up like a squirrel’s, his ears were back, and all his claws were out. In one more second, he would claw Dr. Drood’s arm.
“What on earth are you doing?” Chase ran to them and snatched Quincy away, supporting his back feet, holding him the way one is supposed to hold a cat. The way a veterinarian should know how to.
“Careful, that’s a wild cat,” Dr. Drood snapped. “There are other people in here.”
“He is my cat. You’re scaring him out of his wits. Do not yell like that around someone’s pet.” Who had he been yelling to, anyway?
Chase looked around and saw that the twins were in the room, opening the door to Lady Jane Grey’s cage. The bird hopped onto Elsa’s shoulder, shrieking, “Wild cat, wild cat, wild cat,” in perfect imitation of Dr. Drood’s elderly, shaky voice.
“Why did you call Quincy a ‘wild cat’?” she asked. “He’s a pet.”
“You said he was a rescued feral.”
“Rescued. Not wild.” Chase shook her head. She looked around for the plastic bag she had left with his treats. “Please give me the bag I left with you.”
The rude man pointed to a paper bag with a grunt.
It wasn’t the plastic baggie she had left. “What’s that?” She opened it. It was full of birdseed.
“There it is,” Elsa said. “We were looking for Grey’s food.”
“What’s this mess at the bottom of her cage?” Eleanor asked, poking a finger into something that resembled roadkill, Chase thought.
An empty plastic bag lay next to the bird’s cage. Some smears of grease remained, but the Kitty Patty was gone. It was now, Chase was horrified to see, the mess at the bottom of Grey’s cage. From the looks of the claw marks, she had trod on it.
“What in the world?” Chase looked inside Quincy’s large cage and saw a pile of birdseed in the corner. “You gave them the wrong treats?”
“What’s the problem?” A deep voice sounded at the door. Chase looked to see Dr. Michael Ramos striding toward them, frowning. She grinned.
“Look what he did,” Elsa shrieked, pointing to Grey’s cage. “He gave Lady Jane Grey the cat’s treat.”
“Look what he did,” the parrot repeated a few times.
Chase pointed to the birdseed in Quincy’s cage.
Mike stared at Dr. Drood, his mouth partway open. “You gave birdseed to a cat?” He shook his head. “And meat to a parrot?”
“Those are the treats their owners left for them.” Dr. Drood’s voice was even shakier. At least he wasn’t yelling anymore.
Chase could see Mike composing himself. He must have counted to ten, because he spoke ten seconds later. “Dr. Drood, you may leave now.”
“When do I get paid?”
“Leave your address with Betsy. We’ll mail you a check.”
“I want to get paid for the whole day. I was contracted for the whole day.”
Mike stepped forward and put his face in the old man’s. “You may leave. Now.”
Dr. Drood gave angry looks to all the women and stalked out the door, slamming it, of course.
Quincy flinched in Chase’s arms, but as soon as Dr. Drood disappeared, he started purring.
“I’m glad he’s gone, too,” Chase said, nuzzling her face in his fur. “But, hey, I’m glad you’re here, Dr. Ramos!” She thought she should be formal and use his title, since the twins were present.
Mike chuckled. “Not nearly as glad as I am. I have to hand it to the lawyer your friends sent. He got me out as soon as humanly possible.”
Mike busied himself scraping the squashed meat patty from the bottom of the birdcage. Chase took his cue and scooped the birdseed out of Quincy’s place. She scattered it on the metal counter and Grey hopped to it and gobbled it up. Quincy’s Kitty Patty didn’t look edible, but Mike put it on a paper towel and Quincy licked it up as if it were a fresh steak.
“No harm done, I guess,” Elsa said, watching the two animals eat their correct, respective snacks.
“But what if you hadn’t gotten here today, Dr. Ramos?” Eleanor said. “That man was a menace.”
“Where did you say you got his name?” Chase asked, knowing full well he hadn’t said anything like that to them.
“I’ll talk to my friend tonight and see if we can get his credentials pulled. He’s too old and confused to be practicing animal medicine.”
“If he weren’t so cranky, I’d feel sorry for him,” Chase said.
“I’ll make sure someone talks to him,” Mike said.
The twins secured Grey in her cage and left, thanking Dr. Ramos for showing up when he did.
“Did you have to pay bail?” Chase asked. She hadn’t wanted to say too much about the murder in front of the widow.
“That’s the best part. They brought me in for lying about why I went into the building. But Gerrold convinced them they couldn’t hold me because of that—too flimsy. So no bail. They have a print from the weapon, but it’s taking time to process it. They took my prints before I left.”
Chase would like to have heard that all charges were dropped. That was too much to hope for.
* * *
All four of them—Chase, Anna, Julie, and Jay—were working the crowded booth. Since the fair ended tomorrow, people seemed desperate to get the sweet treats today. Tomorrow, after all, the final big contests would be held.
Daisy came by the booth midafternoon to say hi to her nephew Jay. She picked up two Toffee Bars for herself. While Julie was wrapping her purchase and putting it in a Bar None bag, Anna asked her if she had been fingerprinted.