Chapter 22

Now, both Brendan and Raider waited for Jeremy on the front porch while he took an emergency call from someone whose cat had gotten caught by the vacuum cleaner. The day was bright and cheerful, sunshine streaming through the trees in golden brilliance to help dry out the still soggy ground. It was the perfect day to nose around the house where he’d been held hostage.

“Sorry,” Jeremy said, stepping onto the front porch. “I didn’t mean to take so long. But Mrs. Miller would not be convinced that my assistant is a very capable, intelligent person. She wants only the best for Mr. Fluffybottoms.”

“I suppose refusing treatment on the basis anyone who gives their pet such a ridiculous name doesn’t deserve your attention would be a little rude, huh?”

Jeremy chuckled. “Yes. Just a little. Especially when she sounds so distraught. The cat’s going to be fine, though I wish I could prescribe a Valium for poor Mrs. Miller.” He slid his shades on. “Are you ready?”

“And willing.”