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And while investigating murders was often harrowing, we weren’t usually racing against a clock. The dead would stay that way, no matter how long it took us to solve the murders, but Mags could still be saved.

“I don’t like it when you do that,” Octo-Cat said, turning to look back at me, a sneer on his little kitty face.

“Do what?” I said innocently.

“When you get all panicky. I can smell it, and it’s not a good smell.”

“You mean my stress hormones?”

“Whatever you want to call them. They’re pretty disgusting, and anyway, you always do so much better when you’re able to look at a situation logically. The moment you start freaking out is the moment you’re working with a disadvantage.”

Well…

I was dumbfounded by the insight of his observation and needed a moment to decide how to respond.

Octo-Cat, however, kept going.“We’ve solved how many cases together now? This has got to be number ten or something near that, and each of those times no matter what happened, you figured it out. Well, usually it was me who played the most instrumental role, but you were there, and you helped, just like good assistants do. You’d be of a lot more assistance to me now if you just took a moment to get a grip already. You can treat it like an episode ofLaw& Order. First, we need to solve the crime, and then we can worry about getting justice for the victims.”

He hummed a melodic beat that I believed was meant to be theLaw& Order sound—dun dun—and although I didn’t think everything in our lives could be likened to an episode of his favorite show, this time my cat was absolutely right.

I’d let myself become too fixated on what could happen next. I needed to shift my focus to what we already knew, what had already happened, and then go forward from there.

Taking his advice, I took several deep, steadying breaths as I reviewed the facts of both cases in my mind.

“What are you thinking about?” Charles asked from beside me, chancing a quick glance in my direction while we continued on the road to Cooper’s Cove.

“I’m going over everything we know and trying to look at things logically rather than letting my worry for Mags cloud everything.”

“So you’re relaxing a little?” he asked with a slight grin.

“I’m still crazy worried,” I admitted with a sigh, “but I need to put that aside for everyone’s benefit. Octo-Cat reminded me of that.”

Charles reached over and patted Octo-Cat’s head while moving his other hand to the top of the steering wheel. “He’s a good cat when he wants to be.”

“Yes he is,” I agreed, smiling over at the tabby. “Yes he is…”

“So tell me what you’re thinking,” Charles continued. “Any fresh insights?”

I stayed silent for a minute as I gathered all my thoughts.“I just don’t see a way that the murders and kidnapping can be linked other than the location, which I believe is a coincidence.”

“Makes sense,” he said. “Go on.”

“I don’t even think that both ofthe murders were planned, so it would be a stretch to addthe kidnapping on top of that.”

“And you’ve made a lot of enemies over the last year and a half,” Octo-Cat reminded me with a quick flick of his tail.

I told Charles what the cat had said, and my boyfriend chuckled.“That’s what happens when you’re the good guy. You always ruffle some of the bad guy’s feathers”

Octo-Cat perked up at this analogy, but I focused on asking the next logical question.“But whose feathers would be ruffled enough to try to abduct me?”

“Hmm.Let’s review. First, there were the folks involved with Ethel Fulton’s demise and inheritance dispute.”

Octo-Cat winced. Even though I knew he was happy living with me now, he still missed his original owner every day.

Charles continued to discuss the murderers and other criminals we’d played a role in apprehending, coming up with a list of more than a dozen potential suspects.

“Looks like the cat’s right,” he quipped. “A lot of people have cause to be very angry with you. But who would it benefit to take you now? They’ve already been caught. No changing that now.”

“Most recently, Octo-Cat and I solved the murder on the train and the one in the pet store.”

“The folks from the train were apprehended, correct?” Charles asked, raising an eyebrow in my direction.

“Yes, they’re in jail and some of the others we’ve caught are, too.”

Charles nodded thoughtfully.“In jail doesn’t meannot capable.They could have lackies working for them for all we know.”

“So, what you’re saying iswe can’t rule anybody out?”

He shook his head sadly.“Nope. Not a single person.”

My phone buzzed from the place where I’d dropped it in Charles’s cup holder after getting in the car.

“It’s Nan,” I cried, quickly answering the call and putting it on speaker.

“Angie, dear!” she shouted into the phone. “It’s Mags! They’ve found her! She’s safe!”

Tears welled in my eyes.“Oh thank goodness… Thank goodness.” We hadn’t been too late after all.

“We’re on our way,” I promised Nan.

“So are we. We’re all going back to the Glendale police station. See you there.”

Chapter Sixteen

We reached the Glendale police station in record time.