“Or the Mafia,” Chase muttered.
“So? Maybe Dion Dread used to temp at a butcher shop?”
“I checked. He didn’t. What’s worse, Abe is convinced the killer is right-handed.” He eyed her intently. “Dion is a southpaw.”
“Maybe he switched hands? To throw us off the scent?”
Her uncle shook his head.“According to Abe that’s an impossibility. The blow was administered with such precision and skill that there’s no question. The killer was right-handed, and he or she knew what they were doing. Which rules out Mr. Dread. I cut him loose half an hour ago.” He placed his hands on the desk, palms down. “I’m afraid you’re up to bat again, team. Shana Kenspeckle’s killer is still out there. Maybe planning his next kill.”
Chase gave a shake of the head.“Always the optimist, aren’t you, Chief?”
The chief shrugged.“Just facing the facts, buddy.”
Chase cut his eyes to Odelia.“Ready for another day at the Kenspeckles, Poole?”
She nodded automatically.“Well, heck. I really thought we had our guy.”
“Well, we didn’t, so he’s off the hook.”
“Can’t you arrest him for something else?”
Uncle Alec grinned.“Cheating on your wife is not a punishable offense, Odelia. At least not in this country. And neither is being a conceited ass.”
Chase got up.“We’ll interview the film crew. They might know something. Besides.” He gestured to the window. “It’s a beautiful day. Who doesn’t want to spend it with America’s first family?”
She groaned, and Uncle Alec gave her a commiserating look.“Better get moving, honey. Camille Kenspeckle is on her way over here. She’s convinced it’s terrorists that killed her daughter, and she wants the FBI involved.”
She nodded and got to her feet.“We’ll solve this case,” she said, trying to project more confidence than she was feeling right then.
“By the way, how is Max?” Uncle Alec asked. “Not too traumatized after that tree incident this morning?” He had a twinkle in his eye. Her uncle was one of the few people who knew all Poole women could talk to their cats.
“Max is fine,” she said. “A little shaken but fine.”
“Brutus is fine, too, Chief,” said Chase. “Thanks for asking.”
The Chief leaned back in his chair.“Oh, but I know Brutus is fine. That cat is built like a tank. It’s Max I’m worried about. He’s such a snowflake.”
“Ha ha ha,” she said, and followed Chase out of the office.
“You know, Brutus has been purring up a storm all morning,” Chase said as they walked down the hall. “I’ve been doing what you told me to and I’ve never seen him so happy. Who knew cats could be so clingy?”
“Yeah, well, cats are like humans, Chase. They need a lot of affection.”
They reached the front door and he opened it for her, placing his hand on the small of her back. She cocked an eyebrow.“What do you think you’re doing?”
He gave her an innocent look.“What you taught me. Giving affection?”
“I’m not a feline, Chase.”
“You still need affection.”
“Not from you, I don’t.”
He grinned.“Look who’s being catty.”
Chapter 18
The three of us were strolling along Main Street and I have to confess I was feeling out of sorts. This whole tree experience had rattled me. Until this morning Brutus and I had been sworn enemies, but up there, locked away from the world, we’d developed some kind of bond. The same thing happens to people shipwrecked on some desert island. I think it’s called Stockholm syndrome. Though as far as I know Stockholm isn’t an island. Oh, well.
We arrived at Wilbur Vickery’s store, and took a seat on the pavement right outside, where Wilbur keeps his fruit and veg display. The General Store attracts a lot of cats, and Wilbur’s cat Kingman is a real chatty tabby. So it’s a great place to find out what’s going on in town. I have to admit my heart wasn’t in it today, and neither were Dooley’s or Harriet’s for that matter.
We’d just found ourselves a great spot in the shade, when Brutus ambled up. I looked at him. He looked at me. We looked away. This was awkward.
“So, what are you guys doing here?” he asked.
“Just hanging out,” I said. “Collecting some gossip for Odelia’s articles.”
He shook his head.“You know? The weirdest thing happened this morning.”
“I know. I was there, remember?”
“No, after that. Chase began to pet me and he hasn’t stopped. Picking me up all the time, tickling my chin, fluffing up my ears. He even put me on his lap while he was doing research on the computer… about cat grooming! Says he’s going to buy a brush and start working on my coat. Can you believe it?”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?” I asked. “More TLC?”
“I did, but now I’m wondering if it isn’t too much of a good thing. I mean, I’m not used to this, let me tell you. It kinda freaks me out, to be honest.”
“You can’t have too much cuddling,” Dooley said, giving Brutus a frown.
“At least Chase is acknowledging you,” Harriet said frostily.
Brutus gave her a sheepish look. “Yeah, Harriet, I, um, I’m sorry about last night, all right? I acted like a complete and total jerk. I don’t know what came over me but I guess I was under the spell of that female or something.”
Harriet stuck her nose in the air and snapped,“Youwere a jerk.”
“I know,” he said contritely. “And I’m sorry.” He gave Dooley a glare when the latter started humming the Justin Bieber song. “Look, you know you’re the only one for me, sugar plum. There’s no one I love more.”
Harriet’s nose rose a little higher still. “You really hurt me, Brutus.”
“I know, I know. And I’ll make it up to you. What about I take you out to dinner tonight? I know this great little place where they serve the best veal in town. And there will be music, too. They’ve got a fantastic live band.”
Her curiosity was piqued.“The best veal in town? And a live band?”
“Sure. The owner’s cat owes me. I removed a splinter from his butt once, but that’s not important. It’s called The Hungry Pipe, near the marina. We can enjoy a nice private dinner on the roof, and listen to that band swinging up a storm in the garden below. Best seats in the house. You’lllove it, babe.”
It was obvious Harriet was melting. She still had her nose in the air, but her tail was vibrating, which in her case usually meant she was excited.
“What do you say, sweet pea? You and me? Back in the saddle?”
Harriet smiled and streaked over to Brutus, rubbing her tail against him.“Oh, Brutus, you always had a way with words. You’ve got four yesses from the jury. So what do we do in the meantime? Still a long time before tonight.”
“We’ve got the whole day to ourselves, honey pie. A whole day to get to know each other all over again, and forget all about that nasty Princess.”
“Go on,” she purred. “I’m liking what I hear so far.”
“We can canoodle under a park bench, chase some ducks…”
She giggled.“You had me at canoodle, boyfriend. Let’s go.”
“Hey, what about the investigation?” Dooley asked.
“What investigation?” Harriet said. “They caught the killer.”
“See you,” said Brutus, and the couple strode off, giggling and cooing.
Dooley and I stared after them, Dooley looking pretty dumbfounded.
“What just happened?” he asked.
“Brutus and Harriet made up.”
“But why? I was just about to make my move.”
“Can I let you in on a little secret, Dooley?”
He blinked and I thought he was going to cry.“I suppose so.”
“Harriet doesn’t feel that way about you, buddy. She never will.”
“But she can learn to love me, can’t she? Given enough time, she might…” His voice trailed off, and now he was snuffling.
“Cats like Harriet are tough babies, Dooley. And tough babies don’t fall for sweet cats like you. They need a tough guy like Brutus.”