The Telltale Turtle (The Pet Psychic Mysteries) by Jim Lavene;Joyce Lavene
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Authors: Jim Lavene;Joyce Lavene
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knowing that Tate guy was hanging around, waiting to kick his ass. I'm sorry I didn't get another punch in on him."
"He might be telling the truth. Maybe he didn't think Elmore would come after Colin with the information he gave him."
"MC, you always think the best of everyone, but I don't think it's true in this case. You should steer a wide path around that guy if you see him again."
She didn't agree with him, but she was too tired to argue about it. She drove back to Colin's apartment and dropped Danny off at his taxi. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. Hey! I almost forgot! How's that handyman working out? He seemed like a nice old guy. I found him wandering around in the street outside the clinic. I knew he must live close by and he'd be perfect for your curioso jobs."
"He's doing a good job. Thanks, Danny. I really appreciate all your help."
"De nada, MC." He hugged her. "See you later."
The night was softly perfumed around her as she got home and climbed out of the Mini Cooper. The lights on the river seemed as prolific as the stars in the sky above her. The only difference was that many of them on the water were moving as ships headed for the ocean and boats returned to their berths. The river scent was heavy in the air tonight, pungent with the smell of diesel from a big ship going by.
Mary Catherine sat outside with Baylor beneath a spreading oak tree that had probably seen its fair share of duels between pirates and gentlemen as it grew along the Cape Fear River. She and the cat both loved to sit outside at night and listen to the owls call and the doves murmur softly in the shadows. Frogs and crickets added their own symphony punctuated by horns tooting on large and small river vessels.
"I know you're hungry." She stroked Baylor. "You said you wanted to sit outside for a while too."
The only sound audible to most human ears was the rush of the breeze from the river and the raucous cries of a few pesky gulls. But she heard the cat as he thought about the food that awaited him upstairs in their apartment and the softness of the red velvet chair beneath his claws.
"All right. Let's go up. I've heard enough complaining out here anyway. Those river rats never get enough to eat!"
Mary Catherine got up slowly, easing out the kinks in her legs as she moved. Baylor dropped to the ground at her feet, waiting impatiently for her to get to the door. She felt around in her pocket and found the key. There was a scratching sound on the building wall close by and Baylor hissed, turning to face the sound. He couldn't identify the perceived threat and she couldn't make out anything except the shadows.
"It's just the old tree branches," she said out loud for her benefit as well as the cat's. "We've stayed outside so long we're getting spooked."
But her pleasant conversation avoided the slight edge of fear that tugged at her heart as Baylor hissed and growled in the direction of the strange sound. Mary Catherine managed to get the key in the lock and open the door, but her hands were shaking. She urged Baylor to get in the building, but he'd gone into some kind of defensive mode. He still couldn't tell her what the problem was, even though he definitely saw it as a threat.
She looked out into the darkness and wished she had the cat's keen night vision. Many times he could make something out in the blackness she could never see. It was too bad he couldn't always tell her what he saw. Baylor was as close as any animal she'd ever known to articulating human thoughts, but he still saw things as a cat.
Mary Catherine reached down to pick up Baylor and bring him inside when he darted away from her and disappeared into the night. Her heart stopped for an instant then picked up a rapid, uncomfortable beat. "Stop playing games," she said for the sake of hearing her own voice. She could certainly tell the cat in a much more efficient manner to get his butt in the building. But just then, she needed to hear another human
"He might be telling the truth. Maybe he didn't think Elmore would come after Colin with the information he gave him."
"MC, you always think the best of everyone, but I don't think it's true in this case. You should steer a wide path around that guy if you see him again."
She didn't agree with him, but she was too tired to argue about it. She drove back to Colin's apartment and dropped Danny off at his taxi. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah. Hey! I almost forgot! How's that handyman working out? He seemed like a nice old guy. I found him wandering around in the street outside the clinic. I knew he must live close by and he'd be perfect for your curioso jobs."
"He's doing a good job. Thanks, Danny. I really appreciate all your help."
"De nada, MC." He hugged her. "See you later."
The night was softly perfumed around her as she got home and climbed out of the Mini Cooper. The lights on the river seemed as prolific as the stars in the sky above her. The only difference was that many of them on the water were moving as ships headed for the ocean and boats returned to their berths. The river scent was heavy in the air tonight, pungent with the smell of diesel from a big ship going by.
Mary Catherine sat outside with Baylor beneath a spreading oak tree that had probably seen its fair share of duels between pirates and gentlemen as it grew along the Cape Fear River. She and the cat both loved to sit outside at night and listen to the owls call and the doves murmur softly in the shadows. Frogs and crickets added their own symphony punctuated by horns tooting on large and small river vessels.
"I know you're hungry." She stroked Baylor. "You said you wanted to sit outside for a while too."
The only sound audible to most human ears was the rush of the breeze from the river and the raucous cries of a few pesky gulls. But she heard the cat as he thought about the food that awaited him upstairs in their apartment and the softness of the red velvet chair beneath his claws.
"All right. Let's go up. I've heard enough complaining out here anyway. Those river rats never get enough to eat!"
Mary Catherine got up slowly, easing out the kinks in her legs as she moved. Baylor dropped to the ground at her feet, waiting impatiently for her to get to the door. She felt around in her pocket and found the key. There was a scratching sound on the building wall close by and Baylor hissed, turning to face the sound. He couldn't identify the perceived threat and she couldn't make out anything except the shadows.
"It's just the old tree branches," she said out loud for her benefit as well as the cat's. "We've stayed outside so long we're getting spooked."
But her pleasant conversation avoided the slight edge of fear that tugged at her heart as Baylor hissed and growled in the direction of the strange sound. Mary Catherine managed to get the key in the lock and open the door, but her hands were shaking. She urged Baylor to get in the building, but he'd gone into some kind of defensive mode. He still couldn't tell her what the problem was, even though he definitely saw it as a threat.
She looked out into the darkness and wished she had the cat's keen night vision. Many times he could make something out in the blackness she could never see. It was too bad he couldn't always tell her what he saw. Baylor was as close as any animal she'd ever known to articulating human thoughts, but he still saw things as a cat.
Mary Catherine reached down to pick up Baylor and bring him inside when he darted away from her and disappeared into the night. Her heart stopped for an instant then picked up a rapid, uncomfortable beat. "Stop playing games," she said for the sake of hearing her own voice. She could certainly tell the cat in a much more efficient manner to get his butt in the building. But just then, she needed to hear another human
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