Molli Fitc - Retriever Ransom

Retriever Ransom Pet Whisperer P.I.

Molly Fitz

2020, 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?

Whats After That?

Sneak Peek: A New Series!

More from Blueberry Bay

More Molly!

About This Book

A new year means a new mayor in the sleepy seaside town of Glendale. Unfortunately, not everyones happy about his election. In fact, someones so unhappy that they kidnap his beloved golden retriever and leave a ransom note claiming theyll only return the dog when the man resigns his position.

Enter Angie and Octo-Cat with their first official paying case. Little does the mayor know that while they work to safely recover his ransomed retriever, theyll also be investigating his past to figure out why someone would go so far to keep him out of office.

Can a talking cat find a missing dog? Will he even want to? Find out in the latest adventure of Pet Whisperer P.I.

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.

Retriever Ransom is just one of my many brain-tickling adventures! Many more will be coming soon, so make sure you sign up for my newsletter or download my app to help you stay in the know. Doing so also unlocks adorable pictures of my own personal feline overlords, Schrdinger and Merlin the Magical Fluff, deleted scenes from my books, bonus giveaways, and other cool things that are just for my inner circle of readers.

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If youre ready to dive right in to more Pet Whisperer P.I., then you can even order the next books right now by clicking below:

Lawless Litter

Legal Seagull

Scheming Sphynx

Deer Duplicity

Persian Penalty

Grizzly Grievance

And make sure youve also read the books that come before Retriever Ransom in the series. They can be read in any order, but youll enjoy yourself more if you start at the beginning!

Kitty Confidential

Terrier Transgressions

Hairless Harassment

Dog-Eared Delinquent

The Cat Caper

Chihuahua Conspiracy

Raccoon Racketeer

Himalayan Hazard

Hoppy Holiday Homicide

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

My name is Angie Russo. I live in the Blueberry Bay region of Maine, and I can talk to animals. Thanks to this uniquebut mostly secretskill, Ive taken to solving mysteries around town.

Usually my involvement happens because I have a tendency to wind up in the wrong place at the wrong time, but now Ive also hung out my hat as a private investigator. And just because I dont have any clients, that doesnt mean Im not good at what I do.

Or more accurately, that were not good at what we do.

Yeah, my cat is my business partner, and we also get help from my quirky nan, her sweet Chihuahua Paisley, my lawyer boyfriend Charles, and even the handful of animals that live near our propertymost notably, Pringle the raccoon who lives in a luxury tree fort in our backyard and is a tad addicted to reality TV.

Nan and Charles cant talk to the animals like I do.

In fact, Ive never met another living soul who can, and I still dont know why I was blessed with this particular ability. All I know is that I got zapped by a faulty coffee maker, knocked unconscious, and woke up with a talking cat on my chest.

At first, I could only understand that one cat, but over time, my powers grew stronger. Now I can understand most animals, but occasionally I do still find a dud.

That same crabby tabby, Octo-Cat, wound up with me after we worked together to solve the murder of his previous owner. He came with a generous trust fund, a large coastal manor, and an endless string of color commentary about my life.

He has a girlfriend, a former show Himalayan named Grizabella. Their relationship is long distance and mostly sustained through my Instagram account. Its equal parts adorable, hilarious, and groan-inducing.

But, hey, a happy cat means a happy me.

And I have a lot to be happy about lately, especially since my bad luck often results in good outcomes. First there was the zap that gave me Octo-Cat, then Nans impulsiveness landed Paisley in our lives, but those are nothing compared to the fact that a huge family secret had recently been cracked wide open.

Mom and I found out that Nan hadnt been completely honest about our familys origins even though shed had more than fifty years to come clean. And, well, as awful as that whole thing was to discover, it also meant we were able to connect with long-lost family in Georgia, and thus I found the sister I never had in my cousin Mags.

She came for a visit over the holidays and that went well

Mostly.

She still doesnt know my secret, but I think Ill tell her next time were together. I probably should have told her before she returned home, but I was scared it would make her and the rest of our newfound family reject me.

I mean, did you believe me at first when I said I could talk to animals?

Its totally crazy, but also totally true and totally a defining feature of my lifeand I wouldnt have it any other way.

That brings us to today.

We just celebrated the start of a new year. Normally I dont make resolutions, but this time I decided to do whatever it takes to finally get Octo-Cats and my P.I. business off the ground. Even though we can easily live off his trust fund and Nans retirement, theres a special brand of shame in having to be supported by your cat.

I mean, I have seven associate degrees.

At least one of those should be good for a job.

And a job is exactly what Ill have to get if my business doesnt take off this year. My boyfriend Charles said hed welcome me back at the law firm anytime, and while I love him dearly, I always hated being a paralegal.