The Cats that Stole a Million (The Cats that . . . Cozy Mystery Book 7) (14 page)

“Me, too,” Katherine agreed.

“A jeweler’s bag can hold more than one diamond,” Jake added.

Katherine stifled a laugh.  “A search and rescue mission for diamonds.”

The trio walked into the living room with a group of inquisitive felines trailing behind them.  Iris sat guardedly in front of the famous winged back chair, where Abby and she hid their loot.

Katherine gave Jake a knowing look, got down on her hands and knees, and felt inside the torn lining of the chair.  An assortment of missing — stolen — objects rained out and fell to the wood floor.

Detective Martin was amused.  “Kleptocats,” she said.  “It’s a new word for the Webster’s dictionary.”

Jake said, shifting through the stuff, “We’ve got a shoe lace, pink ladies razor, fortunately with the safety cap intact, one very soiled T-shirt stolen from the laundry, and a chewed-up credit card case.”  He opened it, did a cursory glance, then handed it to the detective.

She eyed it curiously, and removed a credit card. “This is interesting.  Katz, it has your name on it.  Better call this bank ASAP.”

“Where Madison is, I don’t think she’ll be using it,” Katherine said tight-lipped, taking the card and putting it in her pocket.

Dewey and Crowie leaped inside the torn lining and began tussling.  “Mao,” Dewey exploded.  Crowie hissed; Dewey growled.

“Come out, little men,” Jake said, dragging out the playful cats.

Iris — always the over-protective adopted mom — trotted over and grabbed Dewey by the nape of his neck.  She then began grooming him.

Detective Martin asked, “Are there any other chairs the cats hide things in?”

Abby sat on top of a fancy-scrolled floor register, looking like a regal Egyptian goddess.  “Chirp,” she cried proudly. 

Jake moved over and picked her up.  “Whatcha got there, baby girl?”

Katherine pried up the register cover.  Using the flashlight function of her cell phone, she shone the light inside the register.  Carefully, she pulled out a tattered organza jeweler’s bag with numerous diamonds gleaming in the light.  The satin ribbon closure was chewed, and the top of the bag was missing, but the bottom of the bag was intact.

“Hand it to me,” Detective Martin said.  She tugged a plastic evidence bag from her jacket, and set the torn bag inside.  “Let’s head back to the kitchen.  I want to do an Internet search on recent New York City jewel thefts.”

Still holding Abby, who was purring loudly, Jake followed Katherine and Detective Martin back to the kitchen. 

The detective pounded several strings of search terms, and spent several minutes doing this.  “No matches.  I’m going to step into the next room.  Excuse me,” she said, getting up.  “I need to call the NYPD and ask if any jewelers in Manhattan have reported a theft as big as this.”  She walked into the next room.

Katherine whispered to Jake, “She’s going to come back and say there wasn’t any theft report.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Well, because if the diamonds came from a legitimate jewelry store, the owner would report it to the NYPD.  News reports of the heist would be blasted on television, the Internet and in newspapers.  I read the
New York Times
.  I haven’t seen anything mentioned about missing diamonds.”

“We know the cats stole the diamonds — ”

“From Madison’s tote bag.”

“Personally, I don’t think they stole them to solve a mystery.  They just wanted to play with them,” Jake noted.

Katherine gave an inquisitive look.  “You think so?” 

Jake set Abby on the floor, who leaped up to the countertop to the top of the window valance, then ran its full length.  “Let’s think of clues.  Why was my dirty t-shirt in the infamous chair?”

“Chirp,” Abby cried guiltily.

“Don’t forget Don Henley’s song, ‘Dirty Laundry.’  I’ve walked into my office several times and that song was playing on YouTube.  Madison made the mistake of stealing from the wrong person.  I suspect the jewelry store owner was selling diamonds that were purchased with dirty money from criminal activity.”

Detective Martin came back in.  She’d overheard the tail end of Jake’s and Katherine’s conversation.  “Yes, Katz, I think you’re right.  The NYPD has received no reports of a jewelry store heist.  I suspect money laundering, as well.  I’ve notified the FBI.”

“Come again?  How is this whole thing related to money laundering?” Jake asked.

The detective answered, “The mob makes money illegally, they send it electronically overseas, there it is used to buy diamonds.  The diamonds come back legitimately to the US, and the jewelers sell them. Simple.”

“So, I assume the FBI has the address of Madison’s employer.  I hope there’ll be an arrest made there soon,” Katherine said.

“That part is out of my hands, but in Erie I have a few loose ends to tie up.”  The detective returned to the table and gathered up her laptop.  “Katz, always a pleasure talking to you.  And, you too, Jake.  Take care of those fur kids,” she said, leaving.

Katherine and Jake followed her to make sure the front door was locked.  Katherine hugged Jake around the waist and looked up at him.  “I hope this is the last time we’ll see dirty laundry in the wing back chair.”

Jake leaned down and kissed her on the head, “I expect my T-shirts are safe for now.”

“I wonder what happened to the second Russian — the shooter?”

“If he’s smart, he’ll surrender to the FBI, and rat out the members of the mob, then go into the witness protection program.”

“That’s not a happy thought, especially since he shot Madison.”

“Katz, we don’t know that.  But it’s scary that a criminal can be protected by our government.”

“Hitmen have entered the program many times.”

“History often repeats itself.”

“Yes, Professor.”

“Waugh,” Scout agreed, sitting on her haunches nearby.  She crossed her blue eyes in an insane expression, then lifted up her back leg and began washing it.  Her pink tongue darted in and out, between her toes.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Katherine threw on a warm coat, stepped into her boots, and pulled on a sock hat.  She walked to the Foursquare, climbed up the front steps, and rang the doorbell.  She’d texted Salina earlier that she was coming.  She’d bought Salina a cell phone so that the teen could always call or text if she needed anything. 

Salina opened the door and said happily, “Katz, come in.  I want you to see the new furniture.”

Katherine cast her eyes around the living room, which was graced with comfortable mission-style furniture.  “Wow,” she admired, then asked, “Where’s your dad?”

“He’s working today.”

“On Sunday?”

“Yes, he said he had to get caught up.  He’s an electrician, you know.”

Katherine nodded.  She marveled at how well-spoken Stevie’s daughter was.  And smart.

Wolfy padded in and rubbed against Katherine’s legs.  “Glad to see you’re a lot better,” she said, reaching down to pet him, then thought
I’m so relieved, in more ways than one, that he tested negative for feline leukemia
.

“He hasn’t sneezed in days.”

“I’m glad to hear that.  Oh, and by the way, my kids didn’t catch the cold.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“Wolfy told me.”  Salina looked very mysterious, then burst out laughing.  “I’m kidding.”

“How does Wolfy like the new food Dr. Sonny prescribed?”

“He wolfs it down,” Salina laughed again.

Katherine smiled.  “He’ll look grand when he’s back up to his normal weight.”

“And, no more bologna.”

“Listen, Salina about our little secret, does your dad know I bought the furniture?”

Salina shook her head.  “Nope, that’s our secret forever and ever and ever.”

“Who does he think bought it?  I’m just curious.”

Wolfy meowed softly and reached up for Salina to hold him.  The teen scooped him up and kissed him repeatedly on the top of his head.  “Love, love, love you,” she said, then answered, “He said he thought grandad bought us the furniture as a peace offering.”

“A peace offering?  For what?”

“Oh, my grandad and my dad don’t see eye-to-eye.”

“I kinda knew that,” Katherine said.

“Dad said he took out an insurance policy with my grandad that something bad would never happen.”

“An insurance policy?  How?”

“I don’t know.  I’m just telling you what my dad said.”

“Salina, an insurance policy can protect you in many ways.  In return, you pay a premium.” She worried what Stevie had promised in return.

“Oh, my grandad is going to make sure all of us are safe in our houses, that there will never be a drive-by shooting again.”

Salina’s comment made Katherine think of the day Sam Sanders and his daughter Barbie returned Iris, who had been missing for several weeks.  He had said then, “Are we clear?” 

Fumbling for a response to Salina, Katherine said, “That we’re clear.  That everything is going to be okay.” 

“Why, yes, and that Jake will be safe also.  I like Jake.  He’s a lot of fun.”

Katherine cringed at the thought of something bad happening to Jake, then dismissed it.  “I forgot to tell you why I came over.”

“Yeah?”

Katherine pulled a bag of cat treats out of her coat’s pocket.  She opened the bag, then handed a treat to Wolfy. 

“Mir-whoa,” the skinny gray cat answered in a squeaky voice.

“You’re welcome.”  Katherine tipped her head back and laughed.

Salina set Wolfy on the floor.

“Jake is fixing chili.  Want to join us?  The cats miss you, especially Abby.”

“I miss Abby, too.  Yes, I’d love to come over, but first I’ll text my dad and let him know.”

“Good.  Say hello from me.”

Katherine picked up Wolfy and began singing a tune she’d learned from Salina.  “I’m holdin’ a cat named Wolfy Joe.  He looks like a werewolf, don’t you know . . . ”

The End

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Acknowledgements

Thanks to my husband, Jeff, who is always the very first one to read my book.

Special thanks to Vicki Braun, my editor, who is a lot of fun to work with. Vicki also edited the first six books of
The Cats That
. . . Cozy Mystery series.

Also, thanks to philipsinc, my book cover designer. 

Thank you to my friend, Ramona Kekstadt, and her dog Louie.

Thanks to my loyal readers, my family, and friends.

The Cats that . . . Cozy Mystery series would never be without the input from my furry friends.

The Cats that Surfed the Web

Book One in
The Cats that
. . . Cozy Mystery series

If you haven’t read the first book,
The Cats that Surfed the Web
, you can download the Kindle version on Amazon:
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Paperback is also available.

With over 455 Amazon positive reviews, “The Cats that Surfed the Web,” is an action-packed, exhilarating read.  When Katherine “Katz” Kendall, a career woman with cats, discovers she’s the sole heir of a huge inheritance, she can’t believe her good luck. She’s okay with the conditions in the will: Move from New York City to the small town of Erie, Indiana, live in her great aunt’s pink Victorian mansion, and take care of an Abyssinian cat. With her three Siamese cats and best friend Colleen riding shotgun, Katz leaves Manhattan to find a former housekeeper dead in the basement.  There are people in the town who are furious that they didn’t get the money. But who would be greedy enough to get rid of the rightful heir to take the money and run?

Four adventurous felines help Katz solve the crimes by mysteriously “searching” the Internet for clues.  If you love cats, especially cozy cat mysteries, you’ll enjoy this series.