Molli Fitc - Kitty Confidential

KITTY CONFIDENTIAL

Pet Whisperer P.I.

MOLLY FITZ

2019, MOLLY FITZ.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

About This Book

Authors Note

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

Whats Next?

Sneak Peek of Terrier Transgressions

Whats After That?

More Molly!

ABOUT THIS BOOK

I was just your normal twenty-something with seven associate degrees and no idea what I wanted to do with my life. That is, until I died Well, almost.

As if a near-death experience at the hands of an old coffeemaker wasnt embarrassing enough, I woke up to find I could talk to animals. Or rather one animal in particular.

His full name is Octavius Maxwell Ricardo Edmund Frederick Fulton, but since thats way too long for anyone to remember, Ive taken to calling him Octo-Cat. He talks so fast he can be difficult to understand, but seems to be telling me that his late owner didnt die of natural causes like everyone believes.

Well, now it looks like I no longer have a choice, apparently my life calling is to serve as Blueberry Bays first ever pet whisperer P.I while maintaining my faade as a paralegal at the offices of Fulton, Thompson & Associates.

I just have one question: How did Dr. Doolittle make this gig look so easy?

AUTHORS NOTE

Hey, new reader friend!

Welcome to the crazy inner workings of my brain. I hope youll find it a fun and exciting place to be.

If you love animals as much as I do, then Im pretty sure youre going to enjoy the journey ahead.

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Terrier Transgressions

Hairless Harassment

Dog-Eared Delinquent

Okay, ready to talk to some animals and solve some mysteries?

Lets do this!

Molly Fitz

To anyone who wishes she could talk to her animal best friend Well, whats stopping you?

CHAPTER ONE

The first thing you should know about me is that I hate lawyers. The second is that I work for them.

I didnt plan it that way. Not one bit.

I was going to be a huge star, leave Blueberry Bay behind without so much as a farewell glance over my shoulder as I booked it the heck out of there. The problem with that plan was, well, you need talent in order to be a starand I never had much of that. At least not that Ive discovered.

Yet.

When the temp agency assigned me to work for Fulton, Thompson, and Associates as their new paralegal, I almost said no. But then I saw those dollar signs and remembered how rent is a thing that exists.

And so here I am, doing the needful to get by as I continue down that elusive path toward fame by eliminating every possible talent one at a time. Stands to reason if I keep at it long enough Ill eventually find my true calling. Who knows? I could be the worlds best hip-hop yodeler

Except I already tried that and Im not.

Its fine, really. Im enjoying the journey, although I sure do wish the destination would hurry up and get here already.

Hi, Im Angie Russo, and one day youre going to see my name in lights.

You see, my nan used to be a celebrated Broadway actress back in the day. That is, until she quit at the peak of her career to retire to Glendale, Maine, and raise her family.

Before you ask, no, I cant sing, dance, or act, but Nan assures me that I have star power in my blood. Just like she did and just like my mom.

Oh, yeah, you probably know my mom. Shes the news anchor on Channel Seven and my dad does the sports report. Seeing as theyre these huge career types, it was Nan who did most of the work raising meand that suited me just fine.

In fact, Id still be living with her even now if she hadnt given me a gentle push out of the nest and told me it was time to fly.

That was about a year ago and happened just shortly after I collected my seventh consecutive associate degree from Blueberry Bay Community College. Yes, indeed, Ive always loved learning anything I could wrap my brain around.

At least God did me a solid by making me smart, even if he made my unique talents hard to find. One of my degrees is, in fact, for paralegal studies and law administration services, which may seem like a strange thing to study for someone who hates lawyers as much as I do.

But thats a story for another time

This is the story of how I almost died, and its a good one.

Ibegan my day by sniff-testing two blazers with the goal of choosing whichever was cleanest for a will reading at the office that day. Both smelled vaguely of sweat and gym shoes, meaning either would earn me a stern lecture from the partners. Then again, maybe thats precisely what I deserved for putting off that trip to the dry cleaners for so long.

After spraying a cough-inducing fog of deodorizer into my closet, I plucked the neon pink jacket off its hanger and pushed my arms into the sleeves. A black and white polka dot blouse and stretchy leggings completed the outfit perfectly. Because I didnt have time to wash my hair that morning, I pulled my poofy shoulder-length hair into a messy bun and accented the do with a cute barrette I picked up earlier in the week from my favorite dollar store.

And before you can ask

No, I didnt have time for dry cleaning.

And, yes, I always had time for the dollar store.

On that particular morning, I didnt have time for either one, though. In fact, Id spent so much time agonizing over which blazer to wear that Id pretty much run out of time altogether. Im already not a morning person, but when you add in a manic rush to get to a job I dont even like

Well, I could already tell just how bad this day would end up.

I raced out the doorunshowered, unfed, and uncaffeinatedhoping that Id at least have some luck and catch all green lights on my commute that day. Instead, the longest train in the world cut me off not even two blocks from my house. The train tracks run along the only major street to serve our small coastal town, and theres absolutely no way for me to reach the firm via backroads, which meant I found myself stuck waiting in a line of angry, honking cars for a solid fifteen minutes.