The Cat Sitter’s Pajamas

The Cat Sitter’s Pajamas by Blaize Clement

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his head as if he were reprimanding himself. “Never mind.”
    When an undercover cop who knows more than he’s supposed to know about a murder investigation asks you a direct question and then says, “Never mind,” you mind plenty. You wonder what the heck he really wants to know.
    He said, “On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the highest level of trust, how much credence do you give to Briana’s claim that she didn’t know the murdered woman?”
    I took a deep breath and thought of the way Briana’s voice had sounded, how her eyes had shifted as she talked. “I’d give it a four.”
    “How about the claim that she didn’t know who came in and killed the woman?”
    “I’d give that a two.”
    “Do you think she did the killing herself?”
    “I didn’t at first because the killer would have had to be taller than Briana to slit a woman’s throat from behind. But as Ethan Crane pointed out the woman could have been knocked unconscious and lying on the floor when she was killed.”
    I waited for Paco to tell me what the coroner’s report had been, because I was sure he knew. But he grasped the stem of his wineglass much the same way I had pinched mine, and studied the glass while he tilted the contents side to side.
    He said, “This is bad business, Dixie. Stay out of it. You’ve done your civic duty by getting Briana to turn herself in. That was good of you. Now drop it.”
    Something about his voice caused a little round ball to drop into a perfectly sized hole in my brain, like those puzzle games Michael and I played on long car trips when we were kids. If you tilted the boards exactly right, you could get every metal ball to settle into a hole. As if I had inadvertently tilted a puzzle board, I knew that Paco had information about the killing at Cupcake’s house that turned the homicide into a case of far greater import than a murder.
    With his skill at disguise, Paco had got close to underworld kingpins, infiltrated treacherous white-supremacist groups, Middle Eastern terrorist groups, and local theft rings. Something about the murder in Cupcake’s house was important enough to bring Paco into its investigation. I didn’t believe it was because Cupcake was a famous football player or because Briana was a famous supermodel. The importance had to do with the identity of the murdered woman, and that was something Paco knew and was keeping to himself.
    We had crossed some invisible line, and we both immediately drew back from it. I said something to lighten the mood, Paco laughed, and we got up and busied ourselves rinsing dishes, loading the dishwasher, putting away leftovers, all the homely things people do to ignore the elephant in the room.
    Ella sat on her bar stool and observed us like a queen watching her subjects. When the kitchen was tidied up, I stretched to kiss Paco’s cheek, then bent to kiss the top of Ella’s head.
    I said, “Thanks, Paco.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    He knew I wasn’t thanking him for dinner. I was thanking him for listening to my secret about talking to Briana. I knew he wouldn’t repeat it, not even to Michael. I was also thanking him for his advice about staying out of the murder investigation. It was good advice, and I intended to follow it. Mostly.
    I went upstairs to my apartment wondering why the identity of a murdered woman would be kept a secret from the press. And why Paco would be involved in the investigation of the murder. I worried the idea for the rest of the evening, but when I fell asleep I was no closer to knowing the answer.
    I dreamed that Cupcake and I went to a fancy restaurant where a sign was posted reading NO RANCOR. All the diners cut their eyes at it and tried to interpret its meaning without appearing ignorant. Cupcake finally braved the scorn of a haughty waiter and came right out and asked what the sign meant.
    The waiter looked down his nose at him. “It means we’re out of rancor.”
    Cupcake blinked. “Oh.”
    The waiter went

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