Блейз Клемент - The Cat Sitter's Cradle

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Blaize Clement won fans all over the world with the charm and wit of her pet-sitting mysteries. Now, with the help of her son, author John Clement, Blaize’s beloved heroine Dixie Hemingway is back for yet another thrilling adventure in this critically acclaimed series.
Dixie has built a nice, quiet life for herself in the sleepy town of Siesta Key, a sandy resort island off the coast of Florida. In fact, her pet-sitting business is going so well she’s even taken on part-time help: Kenny, a handsome young surfer who lives alone in a rickety old houseboat. Things get a little messy, however, when, on an early morning walk in the park with a client’s schnauzer, Dixie makes a shocking discovery: hidden among the leafy brambles is a homeless girl, alone and afraid, cradling a newborn baby in her arms.
Dixie takes the young girl under her wing, even though she’s just been hired by Roy Harwick, the snarky executive of a multinational oil company, to care for his equally snarky Siamese cat, Charlotte, along with his wife’s priceless collection of rare tropical fish. It’s not long before Dixie stumbles upon a dead body in the unlikeliest of places, and soon she’s set adrift in a murky and dangerous world in which no one is who they appear to be.
Smart, fast-paced, and entertaining, The Cat Sitter’s Cradle is a perfect illustration of why Dixie’s loyal fans have come to know and love her and eagerly await the next instalment of her adventures.

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As I was leaving Timmy’s place, my cell phone rang. It was Kenny Newman.

“Dixie, you know … I just wanted to say, like, I’m really sorry about everything, and I want to say thank you. I mean, no one’s ever really stood up for me like you did.”

I said, “I knew you couldn’t have done something like that. I’m just sorry it turned out like it did.”

“Yeah. Except maybe it’s all for the best. It turns out Roy Harwick is the name of some dude that lives in Phoenix, Arizona. My father basically stole his identity. The police told me the feds were about to arrest him for insurance fraud and identity theft, but he drowned before they got to him. I don’t think he would have been too happy in prison. I mean, he probably would have killed himself first.”

I said, “Well, your father was pretty messed up, but he certainly was an interesting person.”

He laughed. “Yeah. He was pretty smart, too. After he faked his death, he made up this bogus oil manufacturing company and then pretended he was looking to hire a consultant. He did a whole nationwide search and collected tons of résumés. Then he just picked out the one that was the closest to his own, with the same age, education, expertise, and everything. He hired the guy over the phone, got his Social Security number, and then disappeared into thin air. After that, he just started applying for jobs pretending to be that guy, Roy Harwick, and that’s how he got hired by Sonnebrook. Everybody loved him. He was smart, funny, handsome. Eventually he worked himself right up to the top of the company.”

I said, “Impressive.”

“Yeah, except he was filing taxes the whole time. So the real Roy Harwick, he started getting notices saying he’d paid his taxes twice, but he just ignored them. He figured it was just some computer glitch or something. It took them almost twenty years to finally track it down to my dad.”

I said, “Becca must be devastated.”

“Umm, yeah. She’s actually here with me now.”

That was a shock. I couldn’t think of anything to say except “Oh, good.”

“She’s having a pretty rough time, but she’s gonna be okay.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. He might not have realized it himself, but Kenny had planned on doing the same thing to his baby that his father had done to him. It’s amazing how strong those patterns can be from generation to generation. When it came to being a father, Kenny only knew how to do one thing: run. I was glad to see he might be breaking that cycle.

I said, “If you think she’s ready for it, I know a very good obstetrician.”

There was a pause, and then he lowered his voice. “Yeah, well, about that. She may not be pregnant after all.”

“Huh?”

I could tell he was struggling for the right words.

“It turns out, her monthly cycle is late, and, you know, she can be kind of dramatic.”

I said, “Mmm-hmm.”

“So … we don’t really know for sure.”

I hesitated. “But … you’re staying?”

“I thought when she found out who I was, she’d never forgive me. But she lost her father when she was young, too, so she kind of understands why I did what I did. So, you know, we’re gonna try to work it out.”

I was smiling ear to ear. “That’s great, Kenny. I’m really glad to hear that.”

After we hung up I thought to myself that maybe all those things I’d bought for Corina and her baby wouldn’t go to waste after all. I still didn’t know if it was Corina who had agreed to testify against August Harwick or not. Paco wouldn’t confirm it, but then again, he wouldn’t deny it either. When I told Joyce what I suspected, she acted like she didn’t much care, but I knew deep down inside she felt the same way I did. We both hoped that it was Corina, and we both hoped that one day we might see her again.

And Dixie Joyce, too.

29

I was wandering up and down the aisles at Walmart. Ethan was coming over later, and for once I was planning on cooking dinner with my own two hands in my own apartment with my own pans. I had stopped by to pick up a few basic things. Like a cookbook. And some pans.

I filled the cart up with all kinds of goodies. Some long tapered beeswax candles, a box of wineglasses, some cornflower blue place mats with matching napkins, a couple of nice kitchen knives, and some wooden salad bowls. In the clothing section, I threw in a bag of white ankle socks and a couple of pairs of fresh white Keds. My supply was getting a little low.

I wondered if I might run into the young girl that had helped me pick out all the baby things that day I’d found Corina. I kind of hoped not. I had liked her right away, but I knew she’d ask me how it had worked out with the pediatrician she recommended and how the baby was doing. I imagined myself saying, Oh, I don’t really know. I think that baby’s in Guatemala now, but I’m not really sure. I think she already thought I was a complete kook, and I didn’t want to make things worse.

In the pharmacy, I grabbed some toothpaste, a bottle of lavender-scented hand cream, and a couple of tubes of lip balm. There was an older couple standing at the end of what they call the “family planning” aisle, and they were staring at the vast collection of condoms in every shape, size, and color of the rainbow with bewildered looks on their faces. As I rolled up to them, the woman stepped to the side.

She said, “Harry, move over.”

The man jumped a little when he saw me and then shuffled over next to her.

I said, “Pardon me, just rolling through.”

They both smiled pleasantly as I went by, and just as I turned the corner I reached out and grabbed a little purple and white box with bold black lettering. It read EARLY PREGNANCY TEST. As if it was the most normal thing in the world to buy, I tossed it into the basket with a flick of the wrist and headed for the registers.

* * *

On my way home, I pulled into the pavilion at Siesta Key Beach and walked across the gravelly parking lot to one of the weathered plank boardwalks that hover over the dunes. As usual, next to the steps at the end of the walkway were about two dozen pairs of sneakers, flip-flops, and sandals that people had slipped off before they went down to the beach. It’s kind of a tradition.

Whenever anyone asks me why I live here, I talk about the beautiful weather, all the birds, the pure white sand, the wonderful people. In my head, though, I think of all these shoes lined up in rows in the dunes, some of the shoes sitting next to the shoes of their friends and family—whoever they came to the beach with—and some of them just sitting next to perfect strangers’ shoes, just hanging out. People have been leaving their shoes like this for as long as I can remember. I always think, I live here because nobody wants to steal your shoes. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

There was a group of people playing an impromptu game of beach volleyball. I kicked off my Keds and placed them in the sand next to all the other shoes and walked down to the water to watch for a while. A flock of sandpipers was zipping up and down with the waves, picking through the foamy sand for fish eggs and bits of seaweed. I sat down and tilted my face toward the warm sun.

I thought to myself, This is what it’s all about, just to be able to breathe in the fresh ocean air and dig my toes in the cool sand. All we have in this world is time, and we should be grateful for every single bit of it.

Life is good.

ALSO BY BLAIZE CLEMENT

The Cat Sitter’s Pajamas

Cat Sitter Among the Pigeons

Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs

Cat Sitter on a Hot Tin Roof

Even Cat Sitters Get the Blues

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