“HISSSSSSSS!”
I snapped open my eyes. Duchess stood at the ready, her gray back arched in perfect cat whipping dog’s ass mode. She must have gotten out when Eleanor ran inside.
Now for some dang reason, not only did that dang hellhound stop, he turned about and yelped in his retreat.
“Huh?” I spoke aloud. “That hellhound is afraid of cats?” I said to Duchess.
She looked up at me and I swear she smiled. Duchess ran to me, and I scooped her up and gave her a good scratch under the chin, as she liked so much. I was so grateful she had saved my life that I promised to give her an ample amount of catnip later.
“Quit looking at me, you old crone,” the woman said. “Leotyne Williams will—”
I didn’t stick around to listen to more of what she had to say. Truth be known, I didn’t want to know. I rattled the door to the Winnebago until Eleanor opened the door.
I ambled inside and sat down on the couch and exhaled so loud you’d have thought a whirlwind was inside.
“Thanks, El. What a pal you are,” I finally said in exasperation.
“W-well I-I th-thought you came inside with me.” Her eyes fixed on the stove, apparently willing to look anywhere except directly in my eyes.
I gasped. “You know dang well I didn’t. You deserted me,” I huffed. “I was almost killed out there by a hellhound.” I waved my arms about in the biggest display of body language I could muster.
Eleanor chewed her fingernail. “Hellhound?” She giggled. “Really, Aggie?”
I wanted to choke Eleanor.
“Oh, God, please don’t let me go to jail for killing Eleanor.”
She chuckled at that. “Aggie, if you were in that much danger, how come you’re not dead?”
“Because Duchess saved me, if you need to know.”
“Hellhounds are afraid of a cat? That’s rich, Aggie,” she smirked.
My eyes widened. “I think she was about to put a curse on me. I think you’re right, she’s a gypsy.”
“Did she mention her name or were you too busy crapping yourself?”
“Leotyne something.” I moved to pour a cup of coffee and popped it into the microwave to reheat it.
The microwave dinged. “A potential client called while you were outside battling hellhounds,” Eleanor said.
I whirled around. “Really? What did they say?”
“She sounded kinda upset really. We might want to hightail it over to the Butler Mansion right quick. There has been a murder. The woman was quite insistent on the phone that we come before they go hauling off the body.”
I stared at her thinking about the last time we’d been on a case. It revolved around Robinson’s Manor, a bed and breakfast where in 1968 an entire family was murdered, a cold case that El and I had solved by default a few months ago.
I drank down my brew fast-like and we ambled out the door and into Eleanor’s Caddy that was parked nearby.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
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