Purr-fect Getaway (A Wonder Cats Mystery Book 5)

by Harper Lin

  Purr-fect Getaway

  A Wonder Cats Mystery Book 5

  Harper Lin

  Contents

  Copyright

  1. Broken Heart

  2. Rattlesnake

  3. Muskox Serenity Spa

  4. Haunted

  5. Trick of the Light

  6. Tom Warner

  7. The Paranormal Lifestyle

  8. Red

  9. Carcass

  10. A Feast of a Lifetime

  11. Good Old-Fashioned Murder

  12. Pellucidium

  13. Little Beastie

  14. Crime Scene

  15. Shadow Man

  16. Green Aura

  17. Woogie-Boogie Hullaballoo

  18. Drums

  19. Run

  20. Enisi

  21. Hot Spring

  22. Evil Old Biddy

  23. Okima

  24. White-Skinned Witch

  25. Gone

  26. Clementine Hotel

  27. Surprise Visit

  28. Someone Like You

  All Books By Harper Lin

  A Note From Harper

  About the Author

  Excerpt from Sweets and a Stabbing

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Broken Heart

  “We just hate to see you this way, Cath,” Aunt Astrid said.

  I guessed she didn’t appreciate my new grunge-style look—baggy sweatpants and the same hoodie I had been wearing for no longer than six days. I could have sworn it hadn’t been a week. Surely not.

  “I’m fine.” I smiled as if I was trying to expel a kidney stone. What else was I going to say?

  The truth was that every time I opened my mouth to speak, tears rushed to my eyes. I’d bite my tongue until the urge to cry passed, looking away as if some dust bunny on the floor was suddenly the most important issue in life.

  “Honey, I say this with love: you are starting to stink.” My aunt’s tone sounded gentle, but the message was harsh.

  I had been in the kitchen most of the day with Kevin Baker, our baker. He’d needed some of the twenty-pound bags of flour moved, and I’d changed a light bulb over the stove. Plus I had helped take down all the Halloween decorations and pack them back up in the storage room, which was in desperate need of organizing. I raised my arm, took a whiff, and within a nanosecond regretted that idea.

  “I showered yesterday,” I grumbled as I continued sweeping the floor. The café was closed. My cousin Bea had already left for the day, so it was just my aunt and me locking up.

  Aunt Astrid looked at me with her right eyebrow arched, her arms folded across her chest, and the same “you’re not fooling me” kind of look detectives gave suspects during intense interrogations. I was pretty sure she wasn’t believing anything I said.

  “Cath, that house in Prestwick took a chunk out of all of us.”

  I blinked and jolted back as if I had gotten slapped. That house in Prestwick with its nightmare visions and tentacled monster and horrid little children that weren’t children at all but something much more sinister—that house took more than a chunk out of me.

  I chewed on my lower lip. I wanted to say something to my aunt, but I found no words.

  “Please, Cath, let Bea help you.”

  “Aunt Astrid, I told you already. I’m fine.”

  Her psychic ability might have been showing her a vision of me driving off a cliff or drowning in the river. Perhaps she could see in me the fight I’d put up at that house in Prestwick to save Blake Samberg before help had arrived.

  I could tell she saw something by the way her eyes bounced all over me. Those intense blue marbles of hers barely looked directly into my eyes. She was watching something, and I wasn’t at all interested in knowing what it was. Nor did I want my empathic cousin to lay her hands on me. For the first time in my life, I just wanted to deal with this like a regular person.

  She took a step toward me with her arms open. I wondered if I would have backed up and put my hands up defensively if it were my own mother trying to hug me.

  I brought the broomstick in front of me like a shield.

  “I just want to be alone. That’s all. I don’t have to clear that with everyone, do I?”

  The words came out with more anger than I’d intended, but I was kind of glad they did. It drove the point home, and my aunt let her arms fall to her sides.

  “No. Of course you don’t,” Aunt Astrid sighed.

  “Okay. Then let me finish cleaning up so I can go home. I just need some rest.”

  With slumped shoulders and tired eyes, Aunt Astrid reluctantly nodded and turned back toward the counter. She finished with the receipts, stuffing them into a big green canvas pouch, and shut the register drawer with a ping.

  “You’ll lock up?” she said almost as if my locking up the café was the saddest event to take place in Wonder Falls in a decade.

  Without looking at her, I nodded and mumbled “yes” while still sweeping.

  She walked to the door without saying another word. I had my back to her, sweeping as if it was a chore I loved and couldn’t get enough of. I heard the deadbolt clunk, the door pull open and set off the tinkling bells, and then a solid thud. She was gone. I was alone.

  I took a deep breath and finished sweeping. I wiped off the counter and did three dishes that hadn’t gotten washed. After snapping off the lights, I pulled out my keys and stood there for a moment in the darkness.

  Through the café’s front windows, I saw a couple walking across the street. I heard the woman laugh out loud at something her date said then lean her head affectionately against his shoulder.

  Finally, they passed out of view. I took the seat my aunt usually occupied during business hours. I didn’t want anyone walking by to peek in and see me. The little table for two next to the counter was concealed almost completely in darkness.

  In the dark, I could feel all the little nicks and scratches its surface had accumulated from being used so much. I liked the feeling of being in the dark, unseen by everyone but still able to watch the world as it went by. It wasn’t like the solitude of being in my own home. I used to enjoy being there, but now it felt more like a cage than a home.

  Sleep wouldn’t come at nighttime no matter what I did to make myself tired. I had cleaned the entire house from top to bottom, sweeping out cobwebs and getting rid of things that had overstayed their welcome, like clothes I didn’t wear anymore or books I’d never read again. Still, as my body creaked with relief when I lay down, my mind would keep reeling, skirting the big ball of haunted house that seemed to reside right there in the middle of it.

  I let out a breath that I hadn’t even realized I had been holding. Then I started to cry. If I were to tell the truth to anyone, something inside me was broken. A light had gone out, and I had no idea how to fix it.

  I wasn’t sure how long I sat there in the empty café. Maybe I was there twenty minutes or maybe an hour. When you are lost, time becomes very difficult to gauge. Direction is even worse, and I was afraid I had lost my direction.

  My cousin Bea just wanted to he
lp. That was her shtick. Throughout our life together, there really wasn’t much we didn’t share. Bea was my cousin, my sister, my best friend in the whole world. Normally, if I had an issue, I’d run to her to talk it out.

  But now the thought of doing that made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. Her help felt like pity. Bea had everything. In addition to her nice home, she had a husband who accepted her “gift,” the healing ability passed along to her through the Greenstone bloodline. Jake was even in awe of it now. Plus, Bea was just a good-hearted person. She was beautiful and smart and kind in a way that looked a person right in the eye, making it clear she never wanted anything in return.

  Her goodness was too much. How could I tell her that? How could I tell my cousin and best friend that I didn’t want to see her right now because she had what I wanted? If I did go over to her house like she had been begging me to do for the past couple of weeks, I stood a very good chance of running into Detective Samberg.

  Blake and Jake. Partners on the police force were like old married couples. Already Blake was making himself comfortable at their house on a fairly regular basis. He was the last person I wanted to bump into. Just the thought of that happening made my heart crack open.

  Technically, we were never dating. We’d barely exchanged three civil words to each other over the past several months. In fact, ever since we’d met, he had been a prickly burr in my side.

  But we had staked out the Roy house together, and I knew it wasn’t just me. A spark was there, one of those brief, intense jolts that suddenly made you see a person differently, maybe romantically.

  Then there was the Prestwick house. I protected him. I risked my life for him. Didn’t that mean anything? Didn’t I mean anything? Obviously I did not, because he was dating Darla now.

  Part of me wanted to hate Darla Castellano even more, if that was possible. All those years I turned the other cheek to her bullying in high school, all the times I bit my tongue when my family was around, all the times I held back … holding back seemed like the dumbest move since General Custer decided to crash Little Big Horn.

  Sadly, another part of me thought, What’s the use? Darla couldn’t help that she was pretty and rich and knew how to fit in with all the right people. It just came naturally for her. I was just a square peg in a round hole, and I would be the same with or without Darla. It made hating her feel like running on a treadmill: a lot of work that got me nowhere.

  While I held my head in my hands, I saw the shape of my aunt appear in the doorway. She tapped lightly on the glass, knowing full well that I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself. Hastily I wiped my eyes and shuffled to the door to unlock it, leaving the lights off.

  “I was just getting ready to lock up,” I lied.

  “I’m so glad you are still here. I forgot my reading glasses, and you know I’m as blind as a bat without them. But I need them to read, and if I can’t read before I go to bed, I’ll never fall asleep.” She hurried behind the counter, apparently knowing exactly where she had left them. “Um, Bea has made dinner tonight. Vegetable fajitas with cornbread and refried beans. You want to stop by and we’ll fix you a plate? You don’t have to stay.”

  The first words that came into my head were hell no. I went to the table where I had been sitting and pushed in the chair. “No thanks.”

  “Are you sure? I think she’s got some chocolate cake for dessert.”

  “I just want to go home, Aunt Astrid. Please let me do that.”

  “Bea really misses you. You barely talk to her when you’re working together, honey.” My aunt’s eyes were hard. Getting to the bottom of things was what she was trying to do, but that would be impossible since I felt like I was still falling. The bottom was a long way off. “Just talk to her. It might help. It can’t hurt.”

  It can’t? I thought bitterly. It can’t hurt to say, I’m tired, sick of being a Greenstone, and wish this witch’s curse could be lifted off me forever so I could just be normal? Bea would never understand. I don’t even understand. I don’t know where these thoughts are coming from, but they are in my head, burning my mind and making me cry when I’m alone in the dark.

  Looking at my aunt’s face, I was convinced that I’d better lie. “I will. Just not tonight. I’m tired.”

  “Okay, honey. Maybe tomorrow.”

  “Maybe,” I said, trying hard to smile in the semidarkness but hiding from the light from the streetlamp so my aunt couldn’t see my face that clearly.

  That must have sounded acceptable, because Aunt Astrid started going on about something, I don’t know for sure what, about her neighbors and some raccoon or something, to which I nodded and agreed when I thought it was appropriate. Who knew what she was saying? She could have been asking me if I wanted a severe case of poison ivy with a twist of hiccups for good measure. There I was yeah, sure, yes-ing all over the place.

  Finally, we both stepped outside into the cool autumn air. My bulky set of keys rattled as I locked up the front door.

  The idea of being away from the Brew-Ha-Ha Café for the next several hours sounded good. Just two short weeks ago, I’d loved coming to work. It hadn’t felt like work at all. I’d joke with my family and chit-chat with the regulars, and even the hardest, most undesirable chores weren’t bad because the boss was family. It wasn’t brain surgery, but I did love it.

  Tonight, I was happy to go home.

  “Okay, see you tomorrow,” I chimed, trying to sound optimistic. Giving my aunt a quick peck on the cheek.

  “It won’t feel like this forever, Cath. I promise,” she whispered as if sharing a secret no one else should hear.

  Did she mean the broken heart over that jerk Blake, or did she mean the weariness of being a Greenstone witch?

  I nodded, stuffed my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, and hurried in the direction of home.

  Rattlesnake

  “Cath, we have a bit of a situation here. Can you please talk to this rattlesnake that’s decided to make itself at home in Jake’s car?” Bea asked over the phone before I left for work at the café. “He left the door open last night because his hands were full with groceries. Poor thing just climbed in the back seat where a nice square of sunshine had heated up the leather. Jake nearly had an episode when he saw it. Scared the hell out of himself and the snake.” She laughed. “Now he’s—the snake, I mean—hiding under the seat. None of us dare reach under there to get him or even peek at him with him being a rattler and all. Poor thing is scared, I’m sure.”

  Without letting the annoyance come into my voice, I agreed to help. What else could I do? As lousy as I was feeling, I couldn’t let my family handle a rattlesnake when I knew full well I could coax it out safely and quickly without even touching it.

  I walked out of my house and down the street and saw Bea and my aunt standing on one side of the car and Jake on the other. All I wanted was to get this done quick before Blake showed up to ride to work with Jake.

  “Thanks, Cath,” Jake said bashfully.

  “No problem,” I mumbled, smiling a little. I pulled the door open and looked into the back seat. I saw nothing there.

  “Uh, he scooted under the passenger seat. You better get in there a little and see. Hop up on the seat till you can get a bead on where he’s at.”

  “It’s okay,” I said in my head to the snake. “You don’t have to be scared. Everyone has gotten out of the way especially for you.”

  No answer.

  “Really, no one is going to hurt you. Why don’t you let me see you?”

  Still nothing.

  I climbed slowly and carefully into the back seat, pulling my legs up tightly underneath me. Then the door swung shut.

  Before I knew what was happening, Bea had run around the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. Aunt Astrid was in the passenger seat. I was trapped by child safety locks in the back seat.

  “Thanks, honey,” Bea said, rolling down her window to exchange a big kiss with Jake.

  “No problem,” he to
ld her. Then he looked at me. “Try and have a good time, Cath. They’re doing this for you.”

  My aunt Astrid and cousin Bea were giggling, peeling out of the driveway like hillbillies at a monster truck rally.

  “What the hell is this?” I whined, pulling my legs out from underneath me.

  “Just what you need,” Bea replied happily. “We know what’s wrong with you.”

  “Oh really?” I snapped. My mouth didn’t curve into a sly smile. My eyes didn’t twinkle. Instead, I glowered at my cousin in the rearview mirror.

  “You’re overworked,” my aunt chimed in.

  “Stressed,” Bea added.

  “Overwhelmed.”

  “Pissed!” I interjected.

  They both let out groans. “Uh-oh, someone woke up too early today.” Bea laughed again. “Now you just relax back there. In one hour, we’ll be at the Muskox Serenity Spa and Retreat Center. It’s just what you need.”

  “We all need it,” Aunt Astrid said, paying absolutely no attention to my temper tantrum.

  I shook my head, folded my arms over my chest, grumbled sarcastic remarks that barely made any sense, and even cursed.

  “It’s no use, Cath. You’re going. And if you don’t feel better after a deep tissue massage and a pedicure, we’ve got a padded room reserved for you at Bellevue.”

  “Why don’t you just take me there now?” I squawked. I knew I was being childish, but I couldn’t help it. “I don’t know how I could have fallen for something so stupid. You two should be aware that this is technically kidnapping.” I felt as if an invisible dunce cap had been placed on my head.

  “Cath, we tried to be nice about it,” Bea said, still smiling. When I saw her eyes twinkling, I felt she was making fun of me. She had shaken off the magic burnout from the Prestwick house in less than forty-eight hours, and my aunt had suffered from it only slightly longer. But I was still trying to shake it. The fatigue had settled in my bones like arthritis.

  “Wait!” I yelled. “What about Treacle? You guys didn’t even think of him. Who’s going to feed him and—”