Molly Fitz - Raccoon Racketeer

Raccoon Racketeer Pet Whisperer P.I.

Molly Fitz

2019, Molly Fitz.

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Editor: Jennifer Lopez (No, seriously!)

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Proofreader: Tabitha Kocsis & Alice Shepherd

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

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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?

Sneak Peek of Himalayan Hazard

More from Blueberry Bay

More Molly!

About This Book

My crazy old Nan loves making decisions on a whim. Last week, she took up flamenco dancing. This week, shes adopted a trouble-making Chihuahua named Paisley. This wouldnt be much of a problem were it not for the very crabby tabby who also lives with us.

Man, I never thought Id miss hearing Octo-Cats voice, but his silent protest is becoming too much to bear, especially since we just opened our new P.I. business together.

Things go from bad to worse, of course, when Nan and I discover that someone has been embezzling funds from the local animal shelter. If we cant find the culprit soon, the shelter may not be able to keep its lights on and those poor homeless pets wont have anywhere to go.

Okay, so I just need to find the thief, rescue the animals, and save the dayall while trying to find a way for Octo-Cat and Paisley to set aside their differences and work together as a team. Yeah, wish me luck

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.

This book is just the first of many brain-tickling adventures to come, so make sure you keep in touch to keep in the know!

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Terrier Transgressions

Hairless Harassment

Dog-Eared Delinquent

The Cat Caper

Chihuahua Conspiracy

Raccoon Racketeer

Himalayan Hazard

Hoppy Holiday Homicide

Retriever Ransom

Lawless Litter

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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

Hey, my names Angie Russo, and I own one-half of a private investigation firm here in beautiful Blueberry Bay, Maine.

The other half belongs to my cat, Octaviusor Octo-Cat for short. It may not seem like his nickname keeps things short, but trust me on that one. Every time he tells anyone his full name, he always adds at least one new title to the end. The most recent version is Octavius Maxwell Ricardo Edmund Frederick Fulton Russo, Esq. P.I.

Like I said, its a mouthful.

And hes kind of a handful, too.

While my spoiled tabby is undoubtedly my best friend, he does have a way of making my life harder. For instance, hes been catnapped, ordered to court for arbitration, and even repeatedly threatened to kill our new dog.

Did I mention that all happened in the span of just one month?

But thats Octo-Cat for you.

Love him or hate him, theres no denying hes a true individual.

And even though hes just about as stubborn as they come, he does occasionally change his mind about things.

That new dog we adopted? Shes a sweet rescue Chihuahua named Paisley. She liked him from the start, but it took Octo-Cat much longer to warm up to her. Now I am proud to report that the two have become close friends. In fact, one of my cats favorite hobbies has become stalking and pouncing on his dog and then wrestling her to the ground.

Yes, his dog. Thats how much the tables have turned these past few weeks.

Together, the three of us live with my grandmother, Nan. Although shes the main one who raised me, she lives in my house.

And I live in my cats house.

Yup, Octo-Cat is a trust fund kitty, and his stipend is more than generous enough to pay the mortgage on our exquisite New England manor house.

Its a bit ridiculous, Ill be the first to admit that. But, hey, when life gives you lemonade, its best if you drink up and enjoy!

Speaking of, Ive been dating my dream guy for about seven weeks now. His name is Charles Longfellow, III, and hes my dream guy for good reason. Not only is he the sole partner at the law firm where I used to work, but hes also incredibly smart, kind, attentive, handsomeand, okay, I may as well just admit itsexy.

Not that weve

Anyway!

I can talk to my cat. I probably should have mentioned that earlier, seeing as its the most unusual thing about me.

I can talk to my dog, too, and most animals now.

Long story short, I got electrocuted at a will reading, and when I regained consciousness, I heard Octo-Cat making fun of me. Once he realized I could understand him, he recruited me to solve his late owners murder, and the rest is history.

From there, we realized two things. One, we make a really good crime-solving team, and two, we were stuck with each other for better or worse. Usually, things are better, but he still has his hissy fits on occasionand so do I, for that matter.

And I guess that brings me to today.

Today marks the two-month mark since we first opened our P.I. outfit for business, and in that time, weve had exactly zero clients. Even my normally optimistic nan cant spin this one in a positive light.

No one wants to hire us, and Im not sure why.

Im well-liked in town, and its not like people know I can actually talk to animals. They think including my cat as a partner is just a gimmick, and I prefer it that way, honestly.