Sofie Kelly - Copycat Killing: A Magical Cats Mystery

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Sleight of Paw

This series is a winner.

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If you are a fan of mysteries and cats, you need to be reading this series now!

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Kellys appealing cozy features likable, relatable characters set in an amiable location. The author continues to build on the promise of her debut novel, carefully developing her characters and their relationships.

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A great cozy that will quickly have you anxiously waiting for the next release so you can spend more time with the people of Mayville Heights.

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If you love mystery and magic, this is the book for you!

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This start of a new series offers an engaging cast of human characters and two appealing, magically inclined felines. Kathleen is a likable, believable heroine and the magical cats are amusing.

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Sleight of Paw

COPYCAT

KILLING

A MAGICAL CATS MYSTERY

SOFIE KELLY

AN OBSIDIAN MYSTERY

OBSIDIAN

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PUBLISHERS NOTE

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

The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party Web sites or their content.

If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this book is stolen property. It was reported as unsold and destroyed to the publisher and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this stripped book.

ALWAYS LEARNING

PEARSON

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

There are many people who have helped take this story from idea to the finished book youre holding in your hands. Thank you to everyone at my publisher, Penguin, particularly my talented editor, Jessica Wade, and her always helpful assistant, Jesse Feldman. Thank you as well to the staff at BookEnds literary agency, especially my agent, Kim Lionetti, for her patience and guidance.

Lynn Viehl is one of the hardest-working writers in this business, but shes never too busy to share her wisdom and expertise. Thank you, Lynn. To fellow writers Laura Alden and Krista Davis, Im grateful for your support, your encouragement and for always making me laugh.

Once again, I am indebted to Police Chief Tim Sletten, of the Red Wing, Minnesota, Police Department, for sharing his expertise and being gracious when I play with the facts to suit the story. Any errors in police procedure are because reality didnt quite fit the fictional world.

Thank you to all the readers who have embraced Kathleen, Owen and Hercules.

And lastly, but certainly not least, thank you to Patrick and Lauren, who fill my life with magic.

COPYCAT

KILLING

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Epilogue

About the Author

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Id never heard a cat laugh beforeI didnt think they couldbut thats what Owen was clearly doing. He was behind the big chair in the living room, laughing. It sounded a little like hacking up a fur ball if you could somehow add merriment to the sound.

I leaned over the back of the chair. Okay, cut it out, I said. Youre being mean.

He looked up at me and it seemed as though the expression in his golden eyes was a mix of faux-innocence and mirth. Its not funny, I hissed.

Okay, so it was kind of funny. Owens brother, Hercules, was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, wearing boots. Specifically, black-and-white boots to match his black-and-white fur, in a kitty paw print design with a fleece lining and antislip sole. They were a gift from my friend, Maggie.

Stick a paw in it, I said to Owen. Youre not helping.

I went back into the kitchen. Hercules gave me a look that was part acute embarrassment and part annoyance.

They are kind of cute, I said. You have to admit it was a very nice gesture on Maggies part. That got me a glare that was all venom.

Ill take them off. I crouched down in front of him. He held up one booted paw and I undid the strap. Youre just not a clothes person, I told him. Youre more of an au naturel cat.

I heard a noise behind me in the doorway. And Owen is very sorry he laughed at you. Arent you, Owen? I added a little extra emphasis to the last words. After a moments silence there was a soft meow from the other side of the room.

I took the second boot off and Hercules shook one paw and then the other. I stroked the fur on the top of his head. Maggie was just trying to help, I said. She knows you dont like getting your feet wet.

Hercules was a total wuss about wet feet. He didnt like going out in the rain. He didnt like going out in the snow. He didnt like walking across the grass in heavy dew. Maggie had seen the cat boots online and ordered them. I didnt know how I was going to explain to her that boots just werent his thing.

I stood up, went over to the cupboard to get a handful of kitty crackers and made a little pile on the floor in front of Herc. Here, I said. Thesell help. Then I scooped up Owen. I could tell from the way his tail was twitching that hed been thinking of swiping a cracker.