Catch as Cat Can (21 page)

Sunny saw Ingersoll whispering to Ben Semple, who jumped into his cruiser like a shot.
Off to Mrs. M.,
she thought.
Good.

After the usual media hoedown was concluded, Sunny, Mike, and Abby were escorted to the sheriff's office in Levett to give statements about what happened. Will, of course, was expected to write a report.

They arrived to find Helena Martinson already there, courtesy of a ride in a prowl car by Ben Semple. Mrs. M. wrapped her arms around Abby. “Safe. Safe. Thank God she's safe.” She opened one arm to embrace Mike, who quickly pulled Sunny into a group hug.

“We're all safe,” he said, “all of us.”

*

In the end,
Abby had to extend her vacation by a few more days, waiting for the media frenzy to wear down. But at last they were yesterday's news. Sunny took a day off herself to organize a farewell dinner. She wanted to make something that Abby was unlikely to find in California, the land of light food. Finally, she settled on pot roast with ginger snap gravy, mashed potatoes, and glazed carrots.

Delicious scents came wafting from the kitchen to fill
the whole house as she worked with Mike to set the table with the good china. Five places—for Helena and Mike, Sunny and Will, and Abby.

The Martinsons arrived first, Mrs. M. bearing the usual coffee cake, Abby with a bottle of red wine. “I know this feast is supposed to be the opposite of West Coast cuisine, but I didn't think that would disqualify a California wine.”

Sunny got to work with the corkscrew as the doorbell rang. Mike went to answer and returned with Will, who also carried a bottle. “I thought of stopping off and getting a box of O'Dowd's house special,” he joked, “but then Gene Avezzani slipped me a bottle of the good stuff.”

They settled in the living room with glasses, and Shadow's inquisitive face poked in from the hallway. “There's our hero,” Helena Martinson said, and Shadow was coaxed in for a lot of petting—not that it took all that much persuasion. Sunny smiled at the look on Will's face as the former hostages made much of the cat.
After all, he probably deserves a little credit for shooting the cold-blooded killer.

Soon Shadow lay in a boneless little heap on Sunny's lap while small talk flowed overhead—a little neighborhood gossip and Abby's travel plans. “My return tickets may have taken me all over God's country, but at least they weren't nonrefundable. I'm taking a much more direct flight from Boston.”

“That's a long drive,” Mike glanced at Helena.

Abby shook her head. “I've already booked a car service—for an ungodly hour in the morning.” She grinned mischievously at Helena. “Knowing Mom, she'll be up to wish me bon voyage. But then she can go back to sleep.”

A timer buzzed in the kitchen, and Sunny rose to her feet. “Just a couple of last-minute things, and then we can eat.”

The feast tasted every bit as good as it smelled, and conversation suffered for a while as everyone concentrated on eating. “It's a shame Val Overton wasn't able to accept your invitation,” Will said. “I think she'd have enjoyed this.”

“I suspect you never passed it on to her, trying to guarantee yourself a third helping,” Sunny mock-accused him.

“The thought never crossed my mind . . . much,” Will assured her. “But Val was out of town as soon as she recovered Phil Treibholz's briefcase from where Kilbane stowed it on the
Ranger
. I think she's trying to track down the leak that allowed Treibholz to find Neil in the first place.”

“How is Nick—Neil? I'll never get that straight in my mind,” Abby said. “He was taken off to the hospital, and that was mentioned in the news. But afterward—nothing.”

Will hesitated for a moment. “Officially, Neil is dead.”

Abby's fork clattered to her plate. “D-dead?” Tears appeared in her eyes. “He tried to save me, and I never got to thank him. When we were together, I wondered about Nick. There was this seed of doubt. He always seemed to take the easy way out, and—well, that kind of colored how seriously I took the relationship. He was kind to me, good, but when he got me that job in the Valley, there was this question—did he do it for me, or was he just breaking things off? Then, when I got kidnapped, he put his life on the line for me—and I guess I got an answer.”

“Hey, I didn't mean to upset you,” Will apologized. “As I said, that's the official story. The truth is, I don't know. Neil was in pretty bad shape when they took him off. I certainly couldn't say whether or not he'd pull through. But remember, the first thing they tell people in witness
protection is that their old life must be dead to them—and they have to be dead to their old life.”

Abby stared. “So when they're saying he's dead, that might be a cover to protect him?”

“Maybe.” Will spread his hands in a helpless gesture. “The only thing that's sure is that you'll never get an answer from the WitSec people.”

“And some people don't care about answers, only assets,” Sunny said. “The lawyer that put Treibholz on Neil's trail turned up in town this week. Neil's ex-wife wants everything of his that isn't nailed down. They're fighting with Ollie over the walk-in freezer Neil installed in the store.”

“That's terrible,” Helena said.

Mike shook his head. “Vultures.”

But Sunny stayed silent.
If Neil did survive, he's starting his new life without any of his “buzz off” money,
she thought.
No more being his own boss. I wonder what kind of scheme he'll wind up involved in to keep from being a greeter at Big Box, Inc.?

She glanced at Will and put her hand over his.
It doesn't matter anymore. Alive or dead, Neil is out of our lives. And I know who really saved us.

Sunny leaned toward Will, keeping her voice low. “Are you all right?”

He looked at her for a moment, a slow smile appearing on his lips. “What, are you expecting a galloping case of PTSD?”

“You shot Yancey Kilbane,” Sunny pointed out.

“After he shot at me,” Will replied. “It's not the first time I pulled out my gun—or used it. In the heat of action, you're
usually too busy—and yes, a little scared—for any deep thinking about what's going on. That comes afterward. Yancey Kilbane was no saint. I'm not going to lose any sleep—or peace of mind—over what happened to him.
”

But I bet poor Jasmine is going to miss her Bear,
Sunny thought.
The guy who was going to change her life.

“So, no regrets?” she asked Will.

“One,” he said. “That nice tie you gave me for Christmas got pretty messed up while I was trying to help Neil. And I don't think Abby's get-out-the-spot trick is going to work on a big bloodstain.”

Sunny patted his hand. “Then I'll have to get you a replacement. After all, your birthday isn't that far away.”

*

Shadow looked up
at the humans gathered around the table, enjoying the aromas from their plates.
His
humans, he liked to think of them, his clan. When two-legs sat around like this and ate a lot of food, they were usually celebrating something and acted happy. They certainly left him purring earlier. So he was surprised when Good Petter started making sad noises with water coming out of her eyes. That eye-water was a specially bad sign.

Often, when two-legged Shes made eye-water, either they or their mate went away. Good Petter didn't have a mate, but Shadow had the suspicion she'd be going soon. It was just in the tone of voice she used talking to the others.

That would be too bad. He'd miss Good Petter.

But it wouldn't be as terrible as if Sunny were to go away. Cats were supposed to wander, but two-leggity people, ones
close to a cat's heart, should stay where they could be found. A cat wanted to be able to depend on them.

Some humans, though, were just undependable. Take the Generous One, for instance. He'd been friendly and a lot of fun, playing with Shadow and tossing him delicious tidbits. But now it seemed he was gone. Shadow had caught rides with Sunny several times when she went to that place where she spent her days. But when Shadow went next door, to the store where he figured the Generous One lived, it was always closed and empty. Even the scent of fish was disappearing.

Maybe the Generous One was more like a cat and went off wandering,
Shadow thought
.
The two-legs were always getting crazy ideas, making things, doing things that didn't make sense. Shadow had learned early that he certainly couldn't hope to understand them, even though he'd grown attached to a few.

All he knew was that the Generous One was gone.

That was too bad.

Shadow would miss the Generous One.

Especially, he'd miss the
fish.

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