Миранда Джеймс - Claws For Concern

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Charlie Harris and his Maine Coon cat, Diesel, are embroiled in a new mystery when a cold case suddenly heats up in the latest installment of the New York Times bestselling series.
Charlie Harris has been enjoying some peace and quiet with his new grandson when a mysterious man with a connection to an unsolved murder starts visiting the library...

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Back at the desk again, I spoke to Bronwyn. “Would you mind keeping him with you for a minute? It’s so hot outside, I want to get the car started and cooling off before I put him in it.”

Bronwyn gave me her habitual sweet smile. “Of course, Charlie. Diesel won’t mind getting loved on for a couple more minutes.”

I heard a happy warble from behind the desk and knew Diesel would be content until I was ready to take him out. “Back in a minute, then.” I headed for the door.

The second I stepped outside the heat swarmed around me like a cloud of gnats. I could feel the sweat starting to form as I made my way through the parking lot to the far side where the staff usually parked. This morning I had found a spot beneath the largest tree that cast shade over the lot. That meant the inside of my car was a few degrees cooler than it might have been otherwise.

I backed the car out and drove it around the lot to the closest spot to the front door. I left the engine running and went into the building to retrieve my cat. The moment I called, he came running around the desk toward me.

I scooped him up in both arms and backed out the door, with one last farewell to Bronwyn. The temperature was too high today—hovering around the century mark—to let Diesel walk over the hot asphalt and concrete. In weather like this I carried Diesel to and from buildings where the sidewalks and parking areas were in the direct sunlight. I didn’t want him blistering the pads of his feet.

The drive home took less than ten minutes, and once I had the car parked in my garage, I let Diesel out of the backseat. He preceded me into the kitchen where I knew we would find the object of our intense interest.

When I stepped into the room I saw my daughter, Laura, sitting at the table, feeding my grandson, and chatting with Azalea Berry, my housekeeper. Diesel approached Laura slowly. When he reached her side, he looked up at her and chirped twice.

“Hello, handsome boy,” Laura said. “We’re almost through here, and then I’ll let you see him. How about that?”

Diesel warbled in happiness. He loved the baby and could sit near him and watch him for long periods of time. Until both he and the baby fell asleep, that is.

I greeted both women and put my things on the small table by the door. I moved closer to Laura and my grandson and watched for a moment. Then my vision blurred, and I had to slip my handkerchief out of my pocket to wipe my eyes.

“How is young Master Charles Franklin Salisbury?” I asked, my voice husky.

Laura laughed as she looked up at me. “Like his grandfather, always ready for a meal.”

Azalea chuckled at that. “That baby sure is a chip off this old block.” She slid a sly glance in my direction. “How about something for you, Mr. Granddaddy?”

I grinned at the silly nickname Azalea gave me not long after baby Charlie was born. We were all giddy with happiness over the arrival of this child. I hated that his grandmother and his great-great aunt weren’t alive to see him, but I knew they were watching over him. I sometimes felt their presence here in the kitchen. Like now, when a whisper of air passed my right ear.

“I wouldn’t mind a cold glass of water,” I replied. “This horrible heat wave makes me thirsty.”

“I’m glad to hear you ask for water instead of a diet soda.” Laura smiled at me. “You were drinking way too much of it. It’s good that you’ve cut back.”

After a satisfying couple of sips from the glass Azalea handed me, I raised an eyebrow at Laura and sniffed. “You wouldn’t say that if you hadn’t had to give up the exact same beverage while you were breastfeeding my grandson.”

“Ha-ha,” Laura replied. “By the time this young man is off the breast, I will have completely forgotten what the ambrosia tasted like.” She sighed. “No wine until then, either. That I will definitely go back to, believe me.”

“I didn’t think you had to cut caffeine out completely, though,” I said as I took a seat across the table from Laura and baby Charlie.

“No, I don’t, but it needs to be limited,” Laura said. “I still have a little, mostly coffee or tea, but nothing like what my intake used to be.”

I recalled her teenage years—and probably the years spent in California while she pursued her acting career—when she seemed to live on diet drinks, salads, wine, and cheese, with the occasional hamburger and french fries on the side.

“How is his rash?” I nodded toward the baby.

“Almost completely cleared up,” Laura said. “His doctor said that infant acne is fairly common and usually clears up on its own.”

“I don’t remember whether you or Sean had that,” I said. “I don’t think you did, though.”

“It’s all due to maternal hormones,” Laura replied. “His little face will be completely smooth again in another day or two.”

Diesel chirped as if to acknowledge gratification at this news.

Azalea placed a stack of mail in front of me. “You hit the jackpot today.”

“Half of it at least will go in the recycling bin.” I eyed the pile with a jaundiced glance. There were three catalogs, several circulars, and four letters. I pushed the catalogs and circulars aside and picked up the envelopes.

“When I was a little girl,” Laura said, “you used to give me all the mail you didn’t want so that I could pretend it was my mail.”

“Yes, I did.” I laughed. “You would sit and read through it so solemnly.”

Laura rolled her eyes. “I must have been adorable, thinking I was important enough to have mail like my father.”

“You were, and still are, adorable,” I told her.

“Mushy,” Laura said, but she smiled.

The first two letters were junk mail. The third was a legitimate bill. The fourth, however, seemed to be of a personal nature. The return address and my name and address were all handwritten.

I glanced at the return address. The name was Jack Pemberton, and the town was Tullahoma, a smaller town about eighty miles southwest of Athens. I didn’t recognize the sender of the letter. I couldn’t recall ever having met someone of that name.

Curious, I opened the letter by tearing a small strip off one end. I extracted the pages inside, along with what looked like a bookmark. Pemberton might be a writer, I decided. Was he trying a direct-mail approach to selling books?

I examined the bookmark first. One side showed two images of book covers, both with slightly lurid illustrations. I laid the bookmark aside and opened the letter. I scanned it quickly, impatient as usual to figure out what the import was. Then I went back and read it more carefully.

I frowned and laid the pages aside.

“What is it, Dad?” Laura said. “Bad news?”

“Not news at all.” I laughed, suddenly struck by the seeming absurdity of the letter writer’s intent. “A man from Tullahoma wants to write a book about me.”

“About you? Why?” Azalea asked, obviously puzzled. Then suddenly her face cleared and she scowled. “About all your murders, you mean.”

TWO

“They’re not my murders, Azalea.” I shook my head. “I may have helped solve them in some way, but I didn’t go looking for trouble to get into. I can assure you of that.”

“You might not have gone looking for it, but you didn’t run away from trouble when you found it, Dad.” Laura cocked an eyebrow at me. “I know it’s not by choice, but you have to admit you got a lot of satisfaction out of figuring them out when the killer wasn’t immediately obvious.”

“I will admit that,” I said. “I’ve been reading mysteries for nearly fifty years, so it’s pretty hard to resist one when it practically falls into your lap.”

“Or you stumble over the body.” Laura grimaced. “Not something I want to experience ever again myself. Once was enough for me.”

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