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“He was probably trying to frame you for it,” Melvin pointed out. “That’s what I would do if I had to write a character like that. As a novelist, I mean.”

When still no one gave him the attention he craved, Melvin cleared his throat, then quieted again.

“We did find a bit of blood outside the train,” Dad offered, bringing all eyes to him.

Sariah sighed and fell back on the bed, making us all tense.“Well, then, there you go. Betrayed by both my siblings in one night. Yay me.”

“Sariah,” Mom said gently. “I don’t think Rhonda ever meant to hurt you. It’s not her fault, what happened with your family. Things were probably hard for her growing up, too.”

“She was lonely all the time,” Grizabella said softly from her spot by the bathroom. “My poor, poor mistress.”

Since Sariah couldn’t understand Grizabella’s words, she spoke over them. “Well, whatever the case, I’m sure the cops are on their way to arrest me, and meanwhile Jamison gets away with the whole thing.”

“He’s not going to get away with it,” I promised. “We know it was him, and I’m sure the police will agree.” We’d solved the murder. Catching the bad guy should be the easy part, right?

Sariah sat up and shook her head bitterly.“Yeah, but he’s gone. He got away.”

“Not necessarily,” Octo-Cat piped up as he crossed the room to stand at my side. “Remember how cats are superior to humans in pretty much every way?”

I wanted to respond to that—if only to set the record straight, lest he later claim I had agreed with him—but we had a room full of people who didn’t know my secret. Instead of asking him to explain himself, I widened my eyes at him, willing him to explain.

Thankfully, he understood.“Yeah, yeah, you don’t want to talk in front of the others. Anyway, cats are awesome. Cats are the best, and this cat can find that killer who’s on the loose.”

“Yes!” Grizabella cried in delight. “Yes, we can sniff him out. Brilliant idea, my darling.”

Octo-Cat became stock still, turning only at his neck to stare at the Himalayan with bright, beseeching eyes.“Your darling?”

She nuzzled him and purred. Everything about her softened.“And my hero.”

Octo-Cat melted like a giant slab of butter.“Oh, Grizabella. I’m so glad you love me back! I will devote all my lives to you. At least all the ones I have left. I will never let you down. I—”

“Will you help avenge my mistress?” Grizabella asked pointedly.

“Oh, yeah, baby.”

The cat soap opera playing out before me would have been cute under any other circumstances, but right now, we had a bad guy to catch.

“Sariah, I have an idea,” I said, eager to get on with it.

“Sure, it was your idea,” Octo-Cat scoffed, then immediately went back to cuddling and licking his new girlfriend.

“What I told you before about watching Grizabella because I have a cat, too, that was true. But I didn’t tell you that my cat is also a highly trained stunt cat. We were, uh, on our way down to Georgia to do some work on an upcoming film before all this happened. Anyway, Octavius here is extremely well trained, and I think if we give him something of Jamison’s, he could use it to track the scent and find our guy.”

Sariah studied Octo-Cat as if trying to decide whether he was up to the task. In the end she frowned and said,“Great thought, but Jamison’s probably made it pretty far by now. What’s the point?”

“Probably. But, then again, do you know how fast a cat can run?”

“I’m not really familiar with—”

“Up to thirty miles per hour,” Melvin interjected, waving his phone to show us he’d found the answer in record time.

Sariah quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Octo-Cat again.“Okay, that’s pretty fast, but how are you sure your cat will even stay on his trail? And aren’t you a little worried about sending him out there on his own? It sounds like he’s really valuable if he’s a celebrity and all that.”

“Well…” I pretended to hesitate, seeing as Sariah seemed to need a few more moments to get on board with the idea. “Let’s just say I trust him, and I know he can do this for us.”

“I’ve seen him in action before,” Mom said from her perch on the bed. “And she’s right, that cat is pretty incredible.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Octo-Cat said, waving his paw at his subjects.

Grizabella cooed and cuddled closer to his side.

Dad asked what we all needed to know.“So do you have something of Jamison’s or not?”

Chapter Seventeen

Sariah took off the hooded sweatshirt she wore, revealing a beautiful fitted blouse beneath.“This is his,” she said, tossing the sweatshirt to me, then reaching her arms up to hug herself and replace the lost warmth.

“Thanks. I’ll get him started on the scent outside. Everyone else stay here. He doesn’t work as well with a crowd.”

“Why not?” Grizabella asked, intertwining her tail with Octo-Cat’s in what had to be the feline version of footsie. “I love an adoring audience.”

He lifted his head and sniffed the air for no obvious reason.“She says things like that sometimes so the other humans don’t figure out she can talk to us.”