Nik Sajnt - Purrfect Crime

Purrfect Crime The Mysteries of Max 5

Nic Saint

Puss in Print Publications

Contents

Purrfect Crime

Prologue

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

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Epilogue

Excerpt from Ghost of Girlband Past (Ghosts of London 5)

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When former actress and lifestyle guru Donna Bruce is found murdered in her sauna cabin, stung to death by bees, Odelia and Chase are on the case. Meanwhile Odelias tabby Max has his own issues to deal with. The vet has decided the flabby tabby is too flabby and has put Max on a strict diet. Feeling weak and out of sorts, the blorange cat has a hard time coming up with original ideas to solve the crime his human is grappling with. And then theres the fact that Odelia has decided that this time Harriet, her mothers white Persian, is in charge of the case, leading the feline sleuths even further astray.

Harriets idea of investigating a crime is surfing the web and sifting through Internet gossip, and since Odelia doesnt seem to be making any headway in the case its up to Max and Dooley to save the day and find that telling clue that will lead them to Donnas killer. Will Max be able to stick to his diet? Will Gran be able to control her online shopping habits? And will Odelia and Chase finally go on their first date? Find out in Purrfect Crime, the fifth installment in the funny cozy cat mystery series The Mysteries of Max.

Prologue

Donna Bruce was a woman profoundly in love with herself. From personal experience she knew there was no other person as amazing as she was. She was smart, successful, beautiful, and, above all, she was kind to humans, children and dogs, which cannot be said about everyone. She was a giver, not a taker. In fact she gave so much she often wondered if people appreciated her enough.

Her kids, for instance, could probably love her more for all the sacrifices she had made. For one thing, theyd pretty much ruined her figure. After the twins were born, something strange but not very wonderful had happened to her hips. Theyd never looked the same again. And when she saw what breastfeeding did to her boobs, shed vowed never to fall into that horrible trap again.

She now carefully tucked her golden tresses beneath the pink shower cap, wrapped the white towel embroidered with her companys cresta nicely rendered tiaraaround her perfectly toned and tanned body, and stepped into the sauna cabin. She had the cabin installed only six months ago as a special treat to herself when donna.vip, the lifestyle website shed launched a decade ago, had topped 200 million in revenue.

She languidly stretched out on the authentic Finnish wood bench, took a sip from her flute of Mot & Chandon Dom Perignon, and closed her eyes. Shed just done a conference call with her CEO and now it was time to relax. Later today she had a session with her private fitness coach scheduled, and to top it all off she was going to treat herself to a healing massage as well. Time to get pampered!

And shed just reached that slightly drowsy state she enjoyed so much when a soft clanking sound attracted her attention. She opened her eyes and saw through the slight haze that filled the cabin that there was someone moving about outside.

She frowned, wondering who it could be. Her housekeeper Jackie wasnt coming in until ten, and the rest of the staff knew better than to intrude on her alone time. It was hard to make out the persons face, as the one small window was all steamed up. With a grunt of annoyance she got up and wiped her hand across the glass to look out. And thats when she noticed something very disturbing: the person was wearing a mask of some kind. One of those silly Halloween masks.

What do you think youre doing? she called out.

But the intruder just stood there, unmoving, staring at her through the black mask that covered his or her entire face.

Who are you? she asked. Answer me at once!

When the person didnt respond, she shook her head and took a firm grip on the wood door handle, giving it a good yank. The door didnt budge. She tried again, knowing that these sauna doors could be sticky, but to no avail. And thats when she saw that someonepresumably the masked person outsidehad stuck a long object through the doors handle, blocking it. It was her long handle loofah, the one shed intended to take into the sauna with her.

Hey! This isnt funny! she cried, tapping the pane furiously. Open this door right now!

And thats when the masked figure reacted for the first time by raising a hand and pointing a finger at her, cocking their thumb and making a shooting gesture. And in that exact moment, she became aware of an odd sound that seemed to come from somewhere above her head. A buzzing sound. She looked up in alarm, and when she saw the first dozen bees streaming into the sauna cabin, she uttered a cry of shock and fear.

She rapped the window again, more frantic this time. Let me out! Why are you doing this to me?! Just let me out of here!

More bees fluttered into the cramped space and soon started filling it. There must have been hundreds, or maybe even thousands! And as they descended upon her, she felt the first stings. She started swatting them away with her towel, but there were too many of them, and for some reason they seemed drawn to her, whipped into a frenzy by some unknown cause. And as she stumbled and fell, desperately flapping her hands in a bid to get rid of the pesky insects, she soon succumbed. Her final thought, before she lost consciousness was, Why me?!

Chapter 1

Having spent most of the night outside, looking up at the stars and commenting to Dooley on their curious shape, attending a meeting of cat choir in the nearby Hampton Cove Park, and generally contemplating the state of the world and my place in it, I was ready to perform my daily duty and make sure my human Odelia Poole got a bright and early start on her day. I do this by jumping up onto her bed, plodding across Odelias sleeping form, and finally kneading her arm until she wakes up and gives me a cuddle. This has been our morning ritual since just about forever.

When I finally reached the top of the stairs, slightly winded, a pleasant sound emanating from the bedroom filled me with a warm and fuzzy feeling of benevolence: Odelia was softly snoring, indicating she was in urgent need of a wake-up catcall. So I padded over, and jumped up onto the foot of the bed. At least, that was my intention, only for some reason I must have misjudged the distance, for instead of landing on all fours on the bed, I landed on my butt on the bedside rug.

I shook my head, happy that no one saw me in this awkward position. With a slight shrug of the shoulders, I decided to try again. This time the result was even worse. I never even cleared the bed frame, let alone the mattress or the comforter. Like an Olympic pole vaulter who discovers hes lost the ability, I suddenly found myself facing a new and horrifying reality: I couldnt jump anymore!

Hey, Max, a familiar voice sounded behind me. What are you doing?

What does it look like Im doing, Dooley? I grumbled. Im trying to jump into bed!

He paused, then asked, So why are you still on the floor?