Nik Sajnt - Purrfect Santa

Purrfect Santa Mysteries of Max Short 1

Nic Saint

Puss in Print Publications

Contents

Purrfect Santa

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

Excerpt from Purrfect Crime (The Mysteries of Max 5)

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Chases grandfather is missing, and he asks Odelia to help find him. And since Odelias editor has told her to find out who the new Hampton Cove Santa is, she gladly agrees. After traipsing all over New York City in search of Grandpa Kingsley, and the new Santa, they have to declare defeat. Lucky for them, theres still Max and Dooley, Odelias feline sleuths. Will they find out what happened to Grandpa Kingsley? And will they figure out who the new Santa is? Get into the holiday spirit with Max and Odelia and find out in Purrfect Santa.

This Mysteries of Max short story (20.000 words) stands alone, and is told from the viewpoint of Odelia, featuring Chase, Odelias family, Max and Dooley, and offers a rare glimpse into Chases past. Its accompanied by two more short stories, Purrfect Christmas Mystery and Purrfect Christmas Miracle, written from the viewpoint of Max, exclusively available to mailing list subscribers: nicsaint.com/newsletter. The three short stories are best read in this order: Purrfect Santa, Purrfect Christmas Mystery and Purrfect Christmas Miracle.

Chapter 1

Id actually been looking forward to sleeping in a little. Probably the cold and the darkness slowing down my metabolism or something. When the days get shorter and the nights longer I want to curl up in bed and sleep forever. Like badgers. Or is it bears? Unfortunately, I am neither. I am human and I own a cat, so no hibernation for me. I woke up when there was a loud crashing sound nearby, and when I opened my eyes I saw that Max, my red tomcat, and his buddy Dooley, my Grans ragamuffin, had managed to destroy my curtains. Tearing them down, curtain rod and all.

I groaned against the sudden light that hit my eyes. Max! Dooley! Are you serious?

Sorry, Odelia, said Dooley sheepishly. We didnt mean to destroy your curtains.

Theyre not destroyed, Dooley, said Max. Theyre just temporarily displaced.

I swung my feet from beneath the comforter and into my fuzzy pink rabbit slippers. Oh, theyre destroyed, I said, then yawned cavernously and stretched out.

I got up and walked over to the window to assess the damage. All in all, it wasnt that bad. Nothing that couldnt be fixed. I blinked at the world outside. A thick layer of snow had fallen overnight, covering the world in a blanket of white. The sun was out and lit up the snow like a field of diamonds. Ugh. Like a vampire, I shielded my eyes from the brightness, and wished I could go back to sleep.

Can we go out and play, Odelia? asked Dooley excitedly.

Sure. But I have to warn you guys. Its a lot colder than it looks.

The two cats scrambled from the room and down the stairs. I decided to follow at a much more leisurely pace, and not before fixing my curtains. They werent actually ruined. The rod had tumbled down from its support. So I dragged up a chair and returned it to its original position.

Once downstairs, I started up the coffeemaker, took my favorite cup from the cupboardthe one that says crazy cat ladyand ambled over to the sliding glass door to look out. The cats had already made their way outside, and were gingerly testing out the snow. It was a cute sight. They carefully sunk their paws into the mass of white, then quickly extracted them again. No matter how many times they experienced snow, each time it seemed like the first time. Five minutes in, they were inside again, shaking off the snow.

Too cold! Dooley lamented.

Too wet! Max grumbled.

I told you, I said with a smile, and watched them hop onto the couch and promptly doze off. Cold and wet. Two things all cats seem to hate. I didnt think Id get them outside again this winter. Which was a pity, as my work as a reporter doesnt stop just because temperatures drop. And my cats are my eyes and ears. They spot things that remain hidden to humans, and are my best sources of information. My name is Odelia Poole, by the way, and Im not just a reporter at the Hampton Cove Gazette, but also a civilian consultant with the local police, helping them solve crime from time to time, something else my feline sleuths help me with.

I poured myself some coffee, gratefully curling my fingers around the cup, and took little sips.

Today I was working from home, so after hitting the shower I dressed in sweatpants and a raggedy fleece Garfield sweater, and plunked down at my computer. My editor, Dan Goory, wanted to publish an article on the new Christmas tree the town council put up in Town Square. The official unveiling of the tree was a disaster, with many townies expressing their horror and shock. The tree wasnt so much a tree as much as a metal frame in the shape of a tree with a high-tech light show attached. The council called it the modernization of Christmas, and claimed it would put us on the map as a progressive and forward-thinking town. Most Hampton Covians thought it was just plain ugly, and a disgrace to our Christmas tradition. All in all, it had more or less ruined the festive season for many people, and Dan was one of the most vocal opponents of the monstrosity, as he called it.

I had only written the intro to my article when the doorbell rang. I ambled over to answer it. Max and Dooley had magically woken up and were eagerly waiting at the door before I got there.

I smiled. My cats simply adore our mailwoman, because Bambi always comes bearing cuddles and sometimes even gifts. Shes a cat person, just like me, and is crazy about Max and Dooley.

I opened the door and was surprised to find it wasnt Bambi delivering the mail today but her husband Randi. I didnt think too much of it. It was the holidays, after all, and Bambi was probably enjoying a day off. I grabbed the mail, said goodbye to Randi, and closed the door.

Wheres Bambi? asked Max.

Mh? I asked absentmindedly as I scanned the mail.

Bambi, he said. That wasnt Bambi. Wheres Bambi?

Of course she is, I muttered and returned to my computer.

Wheres Bambi? Max asked again.

Max, can you please be quiet? I asked. I have a ton of work and I need to focus.

Cats. They can get really obsessed about stuff sometimes. Like when their favorite letter carrier suddenly doesnt show up. In that respect theyre pretty much OCD. Five minutes later, they were meowing up a storm to be let out again, so I dragged myself from my seat, opened the glass door, and watched them strut off. Why I had a pet door installed in the kitchen I do not know, as they rarely seem to use it, preferring their human to play butler instead.

I returned to my desk, and put in a solid two hours of work on the Christmas tree piece.

Chapter 2

I decided to walk to the office, as the roads were a little tricky to navigate by car, and I dont like driving in these conditions. And since the sun was out and the air was crisp and fresh, a little walk was exactly what the doctor ordered. Max and Dooley were nowhere to be seen, and neither were Harriet and Brutus, the cats that belong to Mom and Chase, my boyfriend the cop. I wasnt worried. They were old and wise enough to take care of themselves, and not get into any trouble.

Twenty minutes later, I breezed into the offices of the Hampton Cove Gazette, and knocked at the door of Dan. The editor was in, though he did not look happy.