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Odelia didn’t believe it either. Just as she found it very hard to believe Kurtz could have done what he did, but there was no denying it was true. He’d actually confessed.

“He used to be a woman, you know,” said Opal now. “His name isn’t Jack Kurtzman but Dina Bates. I recognized him the moment he said it. Dina used to work as my accountant. She was bright and smart and I liked her a lot. Loyal. Hard-working. But then I discovered some irregularities. Money missing from my accounts, weird payments, bills for services never supplied. I secretly ordered an audit and discovered Dina had been doctoring the books to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars. She spent a couple of years inside and when she got out had a sex-change operation and became Kurtz.”

“And applied for a job and was hired,” said Odelia.

“Exactly.”

“She vowed revenge,” Gran said.

“Yeah, which from her perspective is understandable, as she figured I was the reason her career was cut short. I just never thought Marilyn would be involved as well.”

“It makes sense,” said Odelia. “Marilyn knew every last thing about you. She could have told Kurtz how and when you took your coffee, which car to sabotage, and all about your Botox allergy, which probably isn’t the kind of thing you share with your staff.”

“No, it isn’t, though it’s possible Kurtz already knew about that, from the days he still called himself Dina Bates. Office gossip is not to be underestimated.”

“Amazing story,” said Odelia.

“Are you sure Suzy isn’t involved as well?” asked Gran. “She could be the third person in this gang.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Opal. “So, Odelia. Tell me. How did you get onto Kurtz?”

Odelia would have told Opal that it had in fact been Dooley who’d solved the case, but she didn’t think that was wise, even with a cat lover like Opal. So instead she said, “Just a hunch. And then when I confronted him, he immediately made a run for it.”

“And that sealed the deal,” said Opal, nodding. She slapped the desk. “Well, that’s it. I’m going down to the police station to give my statement, and I suggest you come with me.”

“What about your show?” asked Gran. “You can’t not do your show, Opal. People are depending on you.”

Opal smiled.“I think maybe it’s time to let go. Let someone else do the show for once. And who knows? Maybe step away from this circus altogether. Get my bearings. I have to tell you that this whole experience has seriously made me question my priorities. Made me think about my life, and the things I stillwant to accomplish.”

“You’re not thinking about dropping the show, are you?!” asked Gran, horrified.

“And what if I am? I’m sure there are other things I can do. I’ve always dreamt of running my own studio, maybe scheduling original content in line with my personal beliefs. I don’t have to be a show host all my life, and work for these studio bosses.”

“You can be a studio boss yourself,” said Odelia.

“Exactly!”

And as they left the building and got into Opal’s limo, Odelia had a feeling they wouldn’t be back there again. Not any time soon.

The case was closed. Finally!

Opal’s driver took them down to the police station—Opal’s second limo had already taken the cats home, as there was nothing more for them to do. They could relax now.

At the police station, they were invited to look on as Marilyn Coyn was being interviewed.

Opal clearly found it painful to watch as her friend confessed.

“Yes, I conspired to kill Opal Harvey,” said a teary-eyed Marilyn, her hands cuffed.

“But why?” asked a lady detective.

“You know, after thirty years I was sick and tired of playing second fiddle,” said Marilyn. “Do you know how it feels to be ‘the friend of’ all your life? To be known for nothing more than being the friend of superstar Opal Harvey? I frankly couldn’t take it anymore. I have ambitions. I want to go places, and I was never going to get there if I kept on living in the shadows of the great Opal. So I decided to do something about it.

“I recognized Kurtz the moment I laid eyes on him. Dina Bates. Obviously he had it in for Opal, and obviously he wanted revenge. So I told him I’d help him get even, if he decided to go all the way and end her. He didn’t want to at first. All he wanted was to steal enough money to retire to Mexico or Belize, but I convinced him that stealing Opal’s money wasn’t enough. She’s so damn rich she wouldn’t even feel the sting. If he really wanted to get even he needed to finish her off. And so he did. Or at least tried.”

“You staged your own kidnapping.”

“Yes, I did. Just to make sure no one would ever suspect me. And I told Kurtz that this time he better shoot to kill or else. Of course the idiot missed—and then got himself caught by that stupid Odelia. I should never have told Opal to hire her. I just figured if she was going to hire someone,best to hire a rank amateur. Boy, did I get that wrong.”

“But Opal was your friend,” said the policewoman. “I mean, how could you?”