Molli Fitc - Terrier Transgressions

Terrier Transgressions Pet Whisperer P.I.

Molly Fitz

2019, Molly Fitz.

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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 Hairless Harassment

Whats After That?

More Molly!

About This Book

Im finally coming to terms with the fact I can speak to animals, even though the only one who ever talks back is the crabby tabby Ive taken to calling Octo-Cat. What I havent quite worked out is how to hide my secret

Now one of the associates at my law firm has discovered this strange new talent of mine and insists I use it to help defend his client against a double murder charge. To make things worse, Octo-Cat has no intention of helping either of us.

Our only hope rests on a spastic Yorkie named Yo-Yo, who hasn't quite figured out his owner is dead. Can we find a way to get Yo-Yo to help solve the murder without breaking his poor doggie heart?

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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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

Hi, Im Angie Russo, and I have a talking cat for a pet. Well, he only talks to me, but still. A few months have passed since he came to live with me following the murder of his ownera sweet old lady who was poisoned by a member of her own family in a greedy inheritance grab.

Since then, Octo-Cat and I have been settling into our new life as roommates, and hes nice to me more often than not just so long as I feed him his breakfast on time and never, ever call him kitty. Hes even learned how to use his iPad to call me on FaceTime so we can check in with each other while Im at work.

Yes, his iPad.

Have I mentioned just how spoiled he is?

Not only does he have his own tabletand a trust fund, toobut he insists on drinking Evian fresh from the bottle and will only eat certain flavors of Fancy Feast when served on specific dishes and according to his rigorously kept, though fully unnecessary, schedule.

I have to admit hes grown on me, something I honestly never thought would happen. I even kind of like my job as a paralegal at Fulton, Thompson and Associates these days. Things have been pretty interesting since the Fultons left town rather abruptly and our firm lost its senior most partner.

A cutthroat competition as to who will take his place has ensued. Until Mr. Thompson decides whom hed like to promote, though, were simply Thompson and Associates. Lots of candidatesboth from within our firm and from outsidehave been passing through our office in hopes of securing the coveted position at Blueberry Bays most respected law firm, but Thompson is having a hard time making up his mind.

Cant say I blame him. I definitely wouldnt want to be in his shoes.

Our firm is now a bit infamous following the surprising murder involving one of its partners and his family. Everyone wants the scoop, but Mr. Thompson has made it very clear: we arent supposed to discuss what happened with anyone.

In the meantime, he has hired a new associate to help keep up with the newly increased workload. Charles Longfellow, III, came to us highly recommended with a great resume and even better looks.

Its been a while since Ive had a crush butboydo I have it bad for Charlie. Hes got this thick, wavy hair that falls in a perfect dark swoop on his forehead. Hes tall, like maybe-played-basketball-in-high-school-but-probably-not-in-college tall, and you could easily get lost in his deep green eyes. I know, because I already have a few times.

Yes, as much as I usually prefer books to boys, I often find myself a bit twitterpated whenever Charles is near. Thats probably how I made such a colossal mistake in the first place

Now Im being blackmailed about my biggest secret, the fact that I can talk to animals.

The worst part? I kind of like it.

I should probably start at the beginning, huh?

Well, here goes nothing

Octo-Cat called me via FaceTime just before noon. I was at the office, of course, but since he knew not to call unless it was an emergency, I decided to put my research on hold to answer him. Besides, almost everyone had left the firm for an early lunch meeting, leaving me more or less alone in the building.

What do you need? I asked after scanning the premises just in case I wasnt as alone as Id thought. Normally I took my calls with Octo-Cat in the bathroom, but one of the junior associates had been holed up in there for at least half an hour before he leftand I definitely wanted to avoid whatever disaster scenario hed left behind.

Theres a fly in my Evian, my cat complained with a keening mewl. His face looked utterly scandalized as he leaned in close to the camera.

Oh, you poor thing, I cooed while rolling my eyes just out of his view. Octo-Cat was definitely too spoiled for his own good sometimes, but then again, I received a five-thousand-dollar monthly allowance for his care, so I really couldnt complain too much.

My thoughts exactly, he answered with a grimace and a sigh. I need you to come home immediately to rectify this situation.

I cant. Im at work, I reminded him with a beleaguered sigh of my own while clicking through my overfull email inbox idly.

Octo-Cat growled when he noticed he didnt have my full attention. I thought you were supposed to only be going part-time now?