Джанет Кантрелл - Fat Cat Spreads Out

Anna’s eyes twinkled with her bright smile. Chase hadn’t seen her smile up to her eyes all morning. “That would be wonderful. You’d better hang on to this young man, Julie.”

“Do you know anything about Mike?” Chase asked, breaking into the conversation.

“Did something happen?” Julie said.

“They’ve arrested him.”

“Oh no. No, I didn’t know.” Julie turned to Jay. “Have you heard from Gerrold?”

“I’ll text him right now.” Jay punched a message into his phone. “I’ll let you know as soon as I hear something back.”

Jay declined Anna’s offer of a smock, but Julie donned one, and Chase and Anna left them in charge. Julie had worked the store often, so the booth was in good hands.

“Chase, why on earth did you take pictures of every single dessert bar?”

“Not every single one, just one picture of each kind.”

Anna puffed with exasperation. “All right. Why did you take pictures of every single kind? There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“So, ‘just because they’re so pretty’ isn’t good enough?”

“No, it’s not.”

They had headed toward the food court, which was also the direction of the vet clinic. As they reached the coffee vendor, Chase said, “Why don’t you relax here with some coffee, and I’ll go check on Quincy?”

Anna grabbed Chase’s arm. “Why don’t you stand still and answer my question?”

Chase was reminded of being twelve years old and being raked over the coals for not having cleaned up her room when she had told Anna it was fine. She always knew she was going to have to tell Anna about the webpage eventually. It seemed that “eventually” might be here. Unless she could stall a little more.

“Yes, there is something I’m not telling you. When the time is right, you’ll know everything, I promise. It’s a surprise and it’s not ready yet.”

Anna frowned. “Am I going to like this surprise?”

“You’ll love it.” Chase crossed her fingers behind her back. If Tanner did a good enough job, she would. Chase hoped all of Anna’s objections would vanish and she would be wowed by the site. She couldn’t let her see the current, mostly empty, one with placeholders and no substance. If they hadn’t been at the fair this week, getting the pictures to Tanner and using her evenings to type up cute, clever product descriptions would have been easier to work in.

“I’d better go see if Quincy is surviving that awful man.”

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.”