Lori Kass - Cat With A Clue

Praise for the National Bestselling Bookmobile Cat Mysteries

Charming. . . . Librarian Minnie Hamilton is kindhearted, loyal, and resourceful. And her furry sidekick, Eddie, is equal parts charm and cat-titude. Fans of cozy mysteriesand catswill want to add this series to their must-read lists.

New York Times bestselling author Sofie Kelly

With humor and panache, Cass delivers an intriguing mystery and interesting characters.

Bristol Herald Courier (VA)

A pleasurable, funny read. Minnie is a delight as a heroine, and Eddie could make even a staunch dog lover more of a cat fan.

RT Book Reviews

Charms with a likable heroine, [a] feisty and opinionated cat, and multidimensional small-town characters.

Kings River Life Magazine

Almost impossible to put down . . . the story is filled with humor and warmth.

MyShelf.com

[With] Eddies adorableness, penchant to try to get more snacks, and Minnies determination to solve the crime, this duo will win over even those that dont like cats.

Cozy Mystery Book Reviews

Also by Laurie Cass

Lending a Paw

Tailing a Tabby

Borrowed Crime

Pouncing on Murder

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Copyright Janet Koch, 2016

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Dedicated to the memory of Eddie, a cat for the ages,

April 1999March 18, 2016.

We miss you, little buddy. We always will.

CONTENTS

Praise for the Bookmobile Cat Mysteries

Also by Laurie Cass

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Excerpt

About the Author

Chapter 1

After almost thirty-four years of living, my most important discovery was that there are remarkably few things I absolutely had to do.

Yes, I had to feed and clothe and house myself, but besides those basics, there wasnt much that couldnt be put off for the sake of sitting for a few minutes in the morning sunshine, especially when said sunshine was smiling down on your very own houseboat, which was resting comfortably on the sparkling waters of a lovely blue lake that sat alongside Chilson, a picturesque town in northwest lower Michigan, which happened to be my favorite place in the whole world.

I lay flopped in my lounge chair, eyes closed and soaking up the sun, content with pretty much everything and everyone. Life was good, and there wasnt much that could make it better, other than making this particular moment last longer. Peace and quiet reigned throughout my little land. Nothing I had to do that day was so important that a minor delay would matter much and

Mrr!

Of course, my idea of what defined important didnt always match my cats.

I opened my eyes and looked at Eddie, my black-and-white tabby, who was approximately three years old and who had placed his nose two inches from my face.

You know, I told him, if youd gone running with us, you wouldnt have so much energy.

For the past few weeks, Id actually been exercising. Sweating, even. Id been meaning to start something like this for a long time, but it had taken a number of gentle suggestions from Ash Wolverson, my new boyfriend, to get me to invest in some decent running shoes. A few more suggestions, and Id started hauling myself out of bed early three times a week to run with him. Luckily, he swung by the marina four miles into his own run, so hed already had a good workout by the time we got together.

Think about it, I said to Eddie. Youll sleep even better during the day.

He blinked.

Right. I patted him on the head. You never have trouble sleeping during the day. Its the nights that are a problem. What do you think about going for a run in late afternoon?

Mrr. Eddie pawed at yesterdays newspaper, which was sitting on my lap. Id stayed at the library late the night before and had been too tired to do anything except reread a chapter of 84, Charing Cross Road when I got home. Since my boss, Stephen Rangel, had left his job as director of the Chilson District Library, I was interim director until the library board hired someone. This was stretching me a little thin, because in addition to my normal duties as assistant director, I also drove the librarys bookmobile and was out of the building almost as much as I was in it.

Which section do you want to hear first? I asked, picking up the two-section paper.

Sports, please, said a male voice.

I looked over toward my right-hand marina neighbor. Eric Apney, a fortyish male with perpetually mussed brown hair and undeniable good looks, was sitting on the deck of his boat, eating a bowl of cereal while a mug of coffee steamed next to him.

My left-hand neighbors, Louisa and Ted Axford, had spent summers in the slip next to mine for years and would usually be in residence by now, but a new grandchild had captured their hearts, and Louisa had e-mailed me that they wouldnt be up until mid-July.

Eric, who lived downstate but spent as much time in Chilson as he could, was new to Uncle Chips Marina. Id met him a few weeks before and had turned down his invitation to dinner when Id learned he was a doctor, and, worse, a surgeon. Id recently dated an emergency-room doctor and had learned that with doctors, dates were things that were made to be broken. Maybe I was being prejudiced, but my reaction had been instant and instinctive.

Luckily, Eric hadnt taken the rejection to heart. Hed laughed and said I was smart to stay away, and we were becoming good friends.

Mrr, Eddie said.

What was that? Erics spoon paused halfway up.

I looked at Eddie. Hes tired of hearing about the lack of depth in the Tigers bullpen and would rather hear the law-enforcement report.

In a lot of ways, marina life was like being in a campground. Your neighbors were mere feet away, and if the wind was calm, you practically heard them breathing. Politeness dictated that you didnt mention how their snoring kept you awake, but it was hard to maintain the fiction that you didnt know what the person on the boat next to you was saying while on hisor hercell phone. From unintentional eavesdropping, I knew Eric was a huge baseball fan, just as he knew that I ordered take-out dinners more often than I cooked.

Really? Eric asked. Soon after wed met, hed heard me talking to my cat as if Eddie could really understand what I was saying. Hed laughed with only the slightest condescension, but when Eddie had responded with a conversational Mrr, hed stopped laughing and hadnt laughed since.