Keti Dejli - The Case Of The Cupid Caper

The Case of the Cupid Caper

A Cat in the Attic Mystery

by

Kathi Daley

A Cat in the Attic Mystery

The Curse of Hollister House

The Mystery Before Christmas

The Case of the Cupid Caper

The Secret of Logan Pond

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

Copyright 2020 by Katherine Daley

Version 1.0

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

Table of Contents

A Cat in the Attic Mystery

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

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Chapter 1

Friday

Callie Considers

Submitted for the February 3rd issue of the Foxtail News

By Calliope Rose Collins

Love, Ive learned, has many faces.

In its purest form, it is giving and selfless, demanding nothing in return. It bolsters and enriches, and when cultivated in the soul and nurtured in the heart, it can sustain us through even our darkest hours.

But love, when born purely from desire, can also be selfish and demanding. The need to possess can burn hot, bringing us passion and excitement, but eventually, the intense flame will destroy itself and simply fade away.

Ive lived with love in all its guises. Ive been strengthened by its promise and weakened by its loss. Im both a better and a lesser person for having made peace with its many faces.

Six months ago, a matchmaker known only as Ms. Cupid appeared on the local scene and began stealthily helping lonely souls find love by arranging the perfect date for the perfect pairing. Not only has Ms. Cupid been extremely successful at making these matches, but she appears to have her own reason for doing what she does. As far as I can tell, she has yet to charge anyone a single dollar for her admittedly unique service, though she seems to have put quite a lot of time into her project.

While Cupid of classic mythology used his magic arrow to bring hope to the lovelorn, Ms. Cupid, it seems, has added her own twist a secret ingredient which involves a dose of technology mixed with carefully screening potential clients. After speaking to several of the matched couples in preparation for penning this column, Ive found that, by and large, those lonely souls desperately seeking a match, have been more than happy with the outcome of Ms. Cupids service. One client called her methodology unconventional yet effective, while another referred to the service as insightful and life-changing.

Over the next few weeks, I plan to interview each of the matched couples in the hope of debunking the mystery surrounding this unidentified woman and her unprecedented success. I invite you, my faithful readers, to come along as I peel back the layers to determine whether these seemingly perfect pairings are due to some sort of supernatural insight, chance, or simply science.

I glanced toward the attic window where my Aunt Gracies cat, Alastair, waited for me to finish my weekly column, Callie Considers, for next weeks issue of the Foxtail News. Although Id been given a desk at the office in town, I still preferred to work in my quiet little corner of the attic in the lakefront home where Id grown up and currently lived with Gracie. So, what do you think? I asked as I hit the print button.

Meow.

Its brief, I admitted as I looked down at the printed product. But I think its a solid intro to the series I plan to write. I just hope Dex likes it, I referred to my boss and editor, Dex Heatherton. I hit send on the file and sent it off. Getting up from the desk, I headed across the room, out the door, and down the stairs. Alastair followed behind.

Youre up and about early, Gracie said after I entered the kitchen where she was having breakfast with her friend and groundskeeper, Tom Walden.

I wanted to head into town early today. I need to meet with Dex about my column for next week, and then I have several interviews set up for my Ms. Cupid series.

Howd the column youve been working on this week turn out? she asked.

I handed the printed copy to her to read. I watched as she narrowed her gaze and raised her brow. I supposed I had exaggerated my own experience with love just a bit, and I supposed she knew it.

She glanced in my direction. Its very poetic.

I know what youre thinking, and youd be correct in the fact that, due to the family curse, I havent actually enjoyed the varied love life I hinted at in the intro, but I thought about it and decided that a little embellishment was harmless. I suppose I could have left the part about having experienced love in all its guises out of the narrative, but I figured it would make for a better column if my readers assumed Id had an extensive love life and therefore knew what I was talking about.

Tom didnt say anything, but I did notice he tightened his lips when I mentioned the family curse. I guessed I didnt blame him. I suspected he loved Gracie, and I was certain she loved him in return, but I also knew shed never act on her feelings due to her belief in the curse we believed was responsible for the deaths of her sister and my parents.

Will you be home for dinner? she asked, I was sure more to fill the silence than to discover the answer to the question since I was rarely home for dinner on Fridays.

No. I dont think so. Cass and I have our volunteer shift at the animal shelter, and we usually grab a bite after. I did confirm with Paisley that she is going to her friend, Annas, after school, so we dont need to worry about picking her up. Paisley was our next-door neighbor who has lived with her grandmother since the death of her mother, and Gracie and I helped out where we could. I also need to line up the interviews with those matched individuals I havent been able to contact. I glanced at Tom. Doesnt Warren Smith belong to the same lodge you do?

Yeah, Warren is a member. Why do you ask?

Hes one of Ms. Cupids most recent success stories. Ive been trying to track him down in the hope of lining up an interview, but he isnt returning my calls. I wondered if you would encourage him to call me if you see him before Im able to contact him.

Warren Smith signed up for a dating service? Tom looked shocked by the news.

Actually, he didnt sign up, I answered. Madeline Jefferies signed up, and Ms. Cupid somehow determined that Warren would be Madelines perfect mate, so even though he wasnt one of her clients, she arranged for them to meet.

So Ms. Cupid matches her clients to random people in the community whether theyve signed on for the service or not? Gracie asked.

Thats what I understand. I tilted my head slightly as I stopped to consider this. I know that seems odd. When I first heard about Madelines pairing with Warren, I was surprised that any dating service would match clients with non-clients, but it does appear that at least some of the couplings attributed to Ms. Cupid have been between a client looking for love and a non-client who was selected by Ms. Cupid to be a perfect match.

Tom slowly shook his head. Im not sure how I feel about that. It seems invasive to me. Besides, how would this Ms. Cupid even know enough about the person she planned to match her client with to know theyd get along if he or she hadnt filled out a questionnaire?