by Harper Lin
Fur-boding Shadows
A Wonder Cats Mystery Book 8
Harper Lin
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FUR-BODING SHADOWS Copyright © 2018 by Harper Lin.
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Contents
1. Ugly Cherub
2. Marie Elderflower
3. Funeral
4. Domestic Disturbances
5. A Little Blood Left
6. Lost in the Shadows
7. Dead Spider
8. E.E
9. Gone Again
10. Payment Plan
11. As Quiet as a Tomb
12. The Blackness
13. Shadowy Figure
14. Augury
15. Circled in Black
16. Specters
17. Combat Boots
18. The Apothecary
19. Loan Sharks
20. Three Human Forms
21. Ambush
22. Poisonous Venom
23. Crocodile Tears
24. Black Mass
Epilogue
All books by Harper Lin
A Note From Harper
About the Author
Excerpt from “Granny’s Got a Gun”
1
Ugly Cherub
“No, I’m not surprised you agreed to do this,” Tom said as he balanced on the empty counter to string a line of red hearts from the ceiling. “You are a hopeless romantic. I know it.”
“Hey, I’m just doing my job to help out. Aunt Astrid can’t climb up on the counter, and Bea gets so gushy and gooey over Valentine’s Day.” I shook my head. “Even though she’s my cousin and best friend, it’s enough to make me want to slap her.” I handed him a glittery red heart to hang from a tack already in the ceiling.
“You’re not fooling me, Cath Greenstone. You are as romantic as they come.”
Tom Warner was my boyfriend. It was still a little weird to say, but I was starting to get very used to it. But that didn’t stop me from playing tough. Like right now.
“The Brew-Ha-Ha Café decorates for every holiday. I did the same thing at Christmastime. You remember the pretty star hanging in the corner up front? I hung that,” I said proudly.
“That was my favorite decoration,” Tom said as he hopped off the counter with a thud.
I giggled. Tom wasn’t the kind of guy I ever thought I’d end up with. He was handsome with wavy black hair. His job on the Wonder Falls Police Department kept him in excellent physical condition. He had a great sense of humor. But most importantly, he accepted me.
I’d guess it would be fairly easy for any guy to accept me if I were any girl. But when you said to a fellow, “By the way, I come from a family of witches,” well, they had the tendency to not be so accepting. Tom wasn’t like that.
I reached into one of the three large boxes that Bea had decorated with hearts and arrows. We had pulled them from the storage room. I was purposely ignoring Tom as he inched his way closer to me.
“If we don’t get moving, this decorating is never going to get done,” I insisted as I pulled out the red-and-pink bud vases that were to go on all the tables.
“Come on, Cath. Just one kiss?”
“Not until the work is done,” I said flatly, pretending not to notice him.
“I can’t concentrate.” He continued advancing.
“I wanted to tell you that I suspected you might have a touch of ADHD. I think a professional evaluation might be in order.” I nodded sympathetically.
“Oh no. That won’t do. Only one thing will be able to calm my frayed nerves.”
“Frayed nerves?”
“You’ve got me under your spell.”
“I can’t cast spells all by myself,” I retorted. That was true. Not until I had the years of experience and nerves of steel like my aunt Astrid would I be able to. I was never a very motivated student in school, so I didn’t see that ability coming to me anytime soon.
Tom didn’t say anything else as he slunk up alongside me, slipped his arm around my waist, and pulled me toward him. I offered my cheek. He kissed me. As much as I would have liked to sit in a dark corner and act like a teenager with Tom, I suffered from self-induced guilt. If I didn’t get these decorations up, Bea and Aunt Astrid would have to finish, and I didn’t want that.
“Where do you think we should put the cupid cookie jar Bea found at a garage sale?” I lifted the perfectly tacky décor from the box, pulled away the tissue paper it was wrapped in, and held it up for Tom to admire.
“Yikes. That is one ugly cherub.” He wrinkled his nose.
“Isn’t it?”
“Something this ugly should go front and center. How about we set it in front of the cash register?” He took it from my hands. “That way, everyone who comes in will see it.”
“That’s a great idea,” I said. “Usually, it gets stuck on a shelf above eye level. Last year, I put it in the kitchen, and Kevin kept bringing it out. He said the eyes followed him and it made him nervous. Oh, that reminds me!” I snapped my fingers and went around the counter and into the kitchen.
When I came back, Tom had positioned the grotesque, diapered, flesh-colored blob in front of the register. Its blue eyes were slightly crossed, and the blond curls looked more like barnacles than hair.
“What is that?” he asked, looking down on my tray.
“Kevin made blondies.” I put the tray down and grabbed one. Kevin Baker was our baker. It was his desserts, as well as our healthy salads, sandwiches, and snacks, that made the Brew-Ha-Ha a step above the other cafés in town. He was a genius in the kitchen and almost always made too much food. That was what I liked about him the best. There was always something to take home.
“Nice.” Tom’s eyes widened. “I think we’ve worked hard enough to take a quick break.”
“I concur, Mr. Warner.” I set his blondie on a saucer behind the counter and got one for myself.
“Wait one second.” Tom hopped up and dashed into the kitchen. It sounded as if the place was being ransacked back there, with pots being shifted and cutlery being dropped, and I thought I heard the cabinet doors slamming shut a couple of times.
I took a seat on one of the stools at the counter and swiveled around. The café was starting to look very lovely. There were hearts hanging from the ceiling and little red lights twinkling around the window. It did look romantic. In the boxes, there were still some vases and fake red roses and a grapevine wreath with glittery hearts all over it.
I especially liked the draping garland that Tom had helped put up. Just as I was about to call to him, I looked at the café window and saw a face staring in at me.
As I squinted, I recognized who it was.
“Blake?” I mumbled. He waved without smiling.
I hopped off the stool and walked to the door. I snapped the lock and opened the door.
“What are you doing out there?” I asked without saying hello.
“I’m on my way to Jake and Bea’s place. I saw you sitting in here and thought I’d stop by.”
“Yeah.” I didn’t let him in. I didn’t want him to stay. I wanted to be alone with Tom, and seeing Blake made me think of that kiss underneath the mistletoe during the holidays. That needed to be forgotten as soon as possible. �
�Tom and I are decorating the café.”
“Oh, Tom’s here with you?”
“He’s doing something in the kitchen.” I jerked my thumb in that direction.
“He’s helping you decorate?”
“Valentine’s Day is coming up. It’s kind of corny, but the café looks so nice.”
“It’s strange that the shape of the heart as we know it was really the shape of two human hearts sewn together,” Blake stated.
“That’s charming.”
“During the reign of Claudius II, marriage was outlawed so more men could be recruited to war. St. Valentine, under the cloak of darkness, continued to marry people. Of course, when they caught him, he was beaten and then beheaded. At least, that is one of the histories of why we celebrate Valentine’s Day.”
I stood there and looked at Blake. He nodded and looked past me at all the decorations. Finally, his eyes met mine. He looked cute in that nerdy way of his. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
“You liked that one? I’ve got more.”
“I’ll bet you do. But Tom and I have to finish here,” I replied.
With a curt nod and a quick good night, Blake was gone. That worked out fine because just as I was locking the door, Tom returned from the kitchen.
“It took a little more investigating than I thought it would, but I found it.”
“What? Is this going to get me in trouble?” I asked while rubbing my hands together.
“You tell me.”
Tom held up a can of whipped cream, a jar of red cherries, and chocolate syrup. My jaw fell open.
“Yes. That will get me in trouble. I’ll really feel bad about it tomorrow. Really bad. I just hope I’ll think it’s worth it.” I hopped back on my stool at the counter as Tom prepared our atomic blondies.
We sat together like kids at a soda fountain sharing a milkshake with two straws. It was romantic. It was fun. It was something I was completely unfamiliar with but was willing to learn.
“You’ve got a little whipped cream there.” Tom pointed at my face with his fork.
“Where?”
“Here.” He leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. I kissed him back on the lips. Yes, I was willing to learn.
2
Marie Elderflower
The next day, I got to the café early to start getting things rolling. The pots were full, and the entire place smelled like hot, strong coffee. Plastic cutlery were folded into napkins, ready to be dropped in with all of our take-out orders. The floor was swept of stray sparkles and shiny Valentine tinsel. I couldn’t wait to see my aunt Astrid and cousin Bea’s faces.
When they walked in, it was just the response I had hoped for.
“Cath, the whole place looks amazing!” Bea squealed. “I need to send a pic to Jake. Oh no! The cookie jar! That is perfect. It looks so romantically obnoxious.”
“Put that thing back in the box,” Aunt Astrid ordered.
“No way, Mom,” Bea replied. “It is staying right here. To think I almost didn’t go treasure hunting that day. I would have never found the cornerstone of our St. Valentine’s Day décor.”
The ladies fussed over everything Tom and I had done, from the garland of hearts across the ceiling to the red-and-white heart-shaped soaps in the bathroom to the folded red-and-white napkins.
I couldn’t help it. I was proud of myself. Tom too, of course.
Bea brought some beautiful classical music to pipe through the speakers. When the customers came in, they felt the romance as much as we did.
The morning hustled by, as it usually did on a Friday. Before I knew what was happening, Bea and I were having a very heated debate over her food preferences and the dinner she’d be cooking at home that night. I hadn’t decided if I was going to go or not. Based on her menu, I was leaning toward not.
“But what is it exactly?” I looked at my cousin. “Anything that can fake the taste of bacon isn’t from this realm and probably shouldn’t be digested.”
“It’s tofu, you big baby,” Bea snapped. “It’s very good for you.”
In late January, Wonder Falls had two temperatures: cold, and windy and cold. This afternoon had morphed into the latter. Our busy morning slowed to a trickle of customers. That gave Bea and me time to focus on our differences and tease each other about them.
My beautiful cousin had an obsession with eating healthily. I’d never tell her to her face that most of her dishes were delicious. But I had a problem with tofu. There was no getting around it. It was a sickly white color. It had no flavor by itself. Then there was the insidious characteristic that it could take on the flavor of anything you wanted it to taste like.
“Yes, I understand that, but tell me again what tofu is.”
“It’s bean curd.” She smirked as she stirred her new vegan chocolate frosting to slather all over our cupcakes before the lunchtime rush hit the café. “Plain, old-fashioned bean curd.”
“So why don’t they just call it bean curd?” I put my hand on my hip and watched her whip the frosting. “I’ll tell you why. Because if they did, people wouldn’t eat it. They have to put a fancy spin on it to get anyone to buy the stuff. ‘Here, eat some tofu. Would you like a little more tofu? The president of the United States was seen enjoying some tofu.’ You know what else they had to rename so people would eat it? Soylent Green. Why? Because it’s people! People!” I did my best Charlton Heston impersonation. It was pretty bad.
Bea tried not to laugh but was unsuccessful.
“So are you going to join us for supper tonight or not?”
“I think I’m going to take a pass. There are a couple cans of Chef Boyardee beefaroni in my cupboard that would hit the spot.”
Bea shivered and wrinkled her face.
As I laughed, the door flew open with a frigid gust, a few puffs of blowing snow, and the mail lady.
Diane had been our mail lady for years. For as long as I could remember, she had reeked of cigarettes, walked partially hunched over with a weightlifter’s belt around her waist, and growled her good mornings.
“Hi, Diane,” I chirped. “What have you got for me today?”
“Mail,” she grumbled and handed a bundle over to Bea, who was reaching for it. Diane’s lips were thin and gray like the rest of her wrinkled skin. She leaned on the counter for a second to adjust her socks beneath her heavy boots.
“Diane, would you like a coffee for the road, on the house?” Bea offered. She tried to place her hand on Diane’s. But the old woman would have none of it.
Unless the old woman had a sixth sense and knew Bea was an empath, which I’m pretty sure she didn’t, that meant she just didn’t like the lot of us.
“How am I going to deliver the mail with one hand?” Diane snapped.
Without skipping a beat, Bea leaned against the counter.
“If you put your cigarette down, you can hold your coffee,” she said sweetly.
“Huh. That’ll be the day.” She snatched the mail from Bea and handed it to Aunt Astrid, who was sitting at her favorite table, counting receipts and balancing the books. “Your daughter is a little off, Astrid.”
“We know,” I piped up.
“The cousin isn’t right either,” Diane added without giving me a second look.
“We all have our burdens, Diane.” Aunt Astrid was trying not to laugh. For all these years, Diane had been complaining about what bad kids Bea and I were. We had smart mouths and attitudes, and we dressed funny and giggled too much, and there was a long list of other offenses.
“Isn’t that the truth? See you tomorrow.” She turned and slouched her way toward the door.
“You’re a ray of sunshine, Diane!” I yelled. “See you tomorrow!”
With a huff and a shrug, she walked out the door.
“And to think she’s been married for over thirty-five years to the same man.”
Aunt Astrid shook her head as she gave all the envelopes back to Bea and kept the Wonder Falls Gazette for herself.
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��He’s got to be the nicest guy in the world,” Bea said.
“Well, that’s always how it goes. Real shrews always get the nice guys. Look at you and Jake,” I teased.
“Oh, hardy-har-har. Aren’t you funny? What about you and Tom? He’s as sweet as they come, and… look at you blushing. Mom, look at Cath. She’s blushing like a virgin in the lingerie department.”
“Bea!” I gasped and pinched her arm. “I am not blushing.”
“No, you’re just as red as those hearts hanging over your head.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Why don’t you just focus on your own love life and not worry about mine?”
“So, it’s not just dating—it’s a love life?”
“Aunt Astrid, Bea’s teasing me, and she won’t stop,” I whined like a six-year-old. “Now she’s looking at me. Bea, quit looking at me!”
“Mom! Cath is touching me!”
“Was not!
“Was too!”
We laughed, but it only took a second to see Aunt Astrid wasn’t.
“Oh no,” my aunt said sadly.
My cousin and I both stopped our antics and asked what was the matter.
“Marie Elderflower passed away,” Aunt Astrid said and held up the page of obituaries.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“She was a cousin of mine. Far, far down the line through marriage.”
“Did we ever meet her?” Bea asked.
“I don’t think so,” Aunt Astrid replied thoughtfully. “She and I met at the library. We had started talking about a solar eclipse that was coming up. She mentioned hearing a rumor about a relative of hers who would carry on during certain lunar cycles.”
