Pawsibly Murdered

by Harper Lin

  Pawsibly Murdered

  A Wonder Cats Mystery Book 9

  Harper Lin

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  PAWSIBLY MURDERED Copyright © 2018 by Harper Lin.

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  Contents

  1. Niles Freudenfur

  2. Witches in Daylight

  3. Sanctum Totem Arcana

  4. Fake Bottom

  5. Persona

  6. Pink Aura

  7. Kindred Spirits

  8. The Sequence of Ursaken

  9. Mud

  10. A Suspect

  11. Psychic Vibes

  12. Bloody Tooth

  13. Treasure Chest Estate Sales

  14. Fouts

  15. Free Ride

  16. Psychic Powers

  17. Asphyxiation

  18. Aura Wrap

  19. A Spell on You

  20. As Valuable as Vaccines

  21. Growls and Gurgles

  22. Galileo

  23. Pentagram

  24. Dead Bolt

  25. Botched

  26. A Ripple in the Universe

  About the Author

  A Note From Harper

  Excerpt from “Granny’s Got a Gun”

  1

  Niles Freudenfur

  “I can’t believe we are doing this on our day off.” I panted as I tried to keep up with my cousin Bea’s pace. “Converse All-Star gym shoes are not really meant for exercise.”

  “Then what were they made for?” Bea asked.

  “To look cool.”

  “You look really cool, Cath.”

  “I’d be sarcastic right back at you, but I have to catch my breath first.”

  “There’s a bench. We can rest there.” Bea slowed down to a stroll so I could stagger to the empty green bench at the side of the jogging trail.

  “Am I really this out of shape? How fast is a woman my age supposed to run?” I gasped as I fell onto the bench, then I pulled my bottle of water from the fanny pack around my waist and took a deep drink.

  “Run? I think it depends on how long you’ve been doing it. But you didn’t run. You walked quickly… for a while… then you sort of slowed to a saunter, and that transformed into meandering.”

  “What about you?” I laughed as she tried to catch her breath. “When have you been secretly working out that you could keep trotting along?”

  Bea shrugged.

  Since we were children, Bea and I had been opposites. It was part of what made us grow up as the best of friends. Bea could walk into a room, and people would instinctively be drawn to her. It was part of her empathic gift.

  Since childhood, Bea could not only see auras but also heal people. Everyone just thought it was her more-than-loving disposition that left them feeling better after being around her. But there was so much more to it than that. It was one of the most dramatic differences between us.

  I could speak telepathically with animals and, in most instances, preferred their company to that of humans. I especially enjoyed the company of my cat, Treacle. He had a very sarcastic streak in him. Birds of a feather, they say.

  But back to my cousin. When I would look at a grumpy person, I’d see a grumpy person. Bea, on the other hand, would look at a grumpy person and see they had a blockage or tear or lesion on their essence. If they were receptive to her, as they almost always were because she was so pretty, with naturally bright-red hair and kind eyes, they’d allow her to touch them, holding a hand or stroking an arm, even patting their shoulders. The relief from their malaise would be almost instantaneous.

  To them, Bea was just one of those people who made you feel good when you were around her. However, it wasn’t always so easy. In order to heal, Bea had to give a little bit of herself to the person in need. That would sometimes take its toll on her. She might suffer a bad headache or have to lie down for an hour or two. Other times, it would be like the day after a night of drinking, only without all the alcohol.

  Due to the fact Bea’s gift could be so taxing at times, she insisted on eating healthily and was strictly vegan—something I could never do.

  “You know what this regimen needs? Bacon.” My eyes widened, and I began to salivate at the thought. “And not that turkey bacon or tofu bacon. I mean real off-the-pig bacon.”

  “I’ve got breakfast waiting for us at home.” Bea smiled. She looked as if she were ready for a sporting-wear photo shoot in a cute pair of turquoise running leggings and a T-shirt splattered with turquoise, black, and gray colors.

  I didn’t even want to think of what I looked like. My ponytail was falling down, and half of it was stuck to the sweat on my face. When Bea had suggested we exercise in the park, I grabbed a pair of baggy gray sweatpants that I usually reserved for those uncomfortable days of the month when I wasn’t quite myself or if I was suffering due to the cold and flu season. Up until today, the idea of exercising in these sweatpants had never crossed my mind. I also had an oversized T-shirt that doubled as pajamas when the weather got warmer. But at least I was wearing my most stylish red Chuck Taylor Converse All-Star gym shoes.

  “You’ve got breakfast ready? Great. Mind if we jog to Burger King over on Fifth Street on the way home?”

  “If I thought you could make it, I’d say yes.”

  We both laughed. I was happy when Bea took a seat next to me. There was no way I could get up and run any farther. My legs were trembling, and my lungs were happy that I’d slowed things down. Okay, I didn’t slow them. We stopped, and I was glad.

  “It really is a beautiful morning,” Bea said, taking a deep breath.

  “Yeah. Have you and Jake got your patio furniture outside yet?” Jake was Bea’s husband and the brother I never had.

  “We do.”

  “Can we sit outside and have breakfast? Please? Please? Please?”

  “I knew you were going to say that. Of course we can.”

  “Yay.” I loved sitting on Bea’s back porch. It was flanked on each end by two huge oak trees that kept it in the shade continually. Bea had hung crystals and wind chimes from the branches. No bird feeders, though. Her cat, Peanut Butter, was still in the wild and crazy stage of a young cat. Scaling the trees in an attempt to capture a robin or a cardinal was a small feat, especially if it resulted in a kill to present to Bea.

  “So, what is for breakfast?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Bea, just tell me if there is tofu in it. I’ll know how I’ll have to proceed from there. Is there tofu?”

  “No. Not a single cube of tofu. Not that a little bean curd wouldn’t be good for you. But no. No tofu.”

  I was about to make another sarcastic remark when I saw a woman jogging toward us, waving and smiling.

  “Is that Lawanda Riggs?” I pointed.

  Bea turned and looked. “It is.” She smiled and waved back.

  Lawanda came to the Brew-Ha-Ha Café often. She was also wearing a matching running outfit, putting me to shame.

  “I thought that was you guys. The Greenstone women on the workout path.” She puffed. “Is this going to be a regular routine for you two?”

  I said no at the same time Bea said yes.

  “Well, at least you have a plan,” Lawanda joked. “Hey, are you guys going to t
hat huge estate sale?”

  “Where is it?” I asked. I loved estate sales. Not because I was necessarily looking to buy anyone’s stuff. I was more interested in seeing the insides of the houses.

  “Niles Freudenfur’s house.”

  “What?” Bea and I said, again speaking in unison.

  “You guys didn’t hear?” Lawanda put her hand to her mouth.

  Both of us shook our heads no.

  “They found him dead in the house. He’d been there a couple of weeks.” She wrinkled her nose.

  “What happened?” Bea asked.

  “He was old,” I said. “Probably just had a grabber.”

  “You have to use the term grabber, don’t you?” Bea shook her head. “You can’t just say ‘had a heart attack.’ You have to say grabber.”

  “Well, that’s what happens,” I said matter-of-factly. “They grab at their hearts when they have the attack. I’m not being rude. I’m just being literal.”

  Bea rolled her eyes.

  “Whatever you want to call it, they are opening up the house today around eleven,” Lawanda said. “I always wanted to see what that place looked like on the inside. If it’s anything like Niles, it ought to be interesting, to say the least.”

  “Right. The guy wore a cape to get coffee,” I said.

  “He only did that once, and he said he was going to a concert at the Wonder Falls Symphony Center,” Bea defended.

  “Sure. I saw him wearing it at the grocery store,” I said.

  “You’re making that up.”

  “What would be the point of making up a story about creepy Niles Freudenfur?” I looked at Lawanda. “Did you ever meet him?”

  “I saw him at the bank every Thursday, and he was wearing a cape.”

  I looked at Bea and tilted my head to the right, raising my eyebrows.

  “I’ll say this too.” Lawanda stepped closer and lowered her voice. “That guy was making big deposits in his bank account for the last few years. He’d come up to my window a couple times a month with two thousand, sometimes three thousand dollars cash. That was in addition to the checks from his antique business. I’d never ask him where he got it. But I wondered.”

  “He had that side business of reading tea leaves and casting bones. People will pay a lot of money to be told what they want to hear.” I smirked. In my eyes, no one but my Aunt Astrid, Bea’s mom, gave honest, real tarot, bone, and tea readings.

  Aunt Astrid could not just see the future, but she could also see the past, the present, and a couple alternative dimensions thrown in for fun. It caused her to walk as if she had been in an accident that limited her mobility. Truthfully, she was just maneuvering around some of the things only she could see. No one would ever suspect she was a witch with great power. For that matter, no one would guess Bea and I were witches, either. And we liked it that way.

  “So, are you guys going to go to the sale?” Lawanda asked.

  “I am.” I raised my hand. “You bet. That house makes the Norman Bates Psycho house look like a day spa.”

  “You are crazy,” Bea said. “That is a lovely home. Niles was in his seventies. He couldn’t very well keep up with all that property. What did he own? Somewhere around ten acres of wooded land all alone up there on that hill? That might have been manageable when he was in his thirties, but it probably just became too much for him.”

  “It isn’t like he lived on an island.” I scoffed. “He had neighbors across the street. I’ll bet we’ll meet all of them when we go to the estate sale.”

  “And they’ll tell you he was a harmless old man who was a little on the eccentric side but nothing more,” Bea insisted.

  “Yes. Aside from the times he stripped nude and ran around his yard, howling at the full moon,” I joked.

  “Wearing his cape,” Lawanda added, making her and me laugh loudly.

  Bea shook her head and clicked her tongue at us.

  “Okay, I’ll stop,” I said. “I’m just joking around. I didn’t like Niles, but I never heard he ran around howling at the moon. I just made that up.”

  “Well, I have to get going if I’m going to get any benefit out of running this morning,” Lawanda said. “If I don’t see you at the estate sale, I’ll catch you around the café.”

  We said good-bye to Lawanda as she jogged down the path that we were supposed to go down to complete one lap around the park.

  “I don’t feel much like running anymore. Do you?” Bea asked.

  “Nope. But I would like to hurry and tell your mom the news about Niles.”

  “You were reading my mind.”

  We didn’t run, but the little bit of town gossip refilled our tanks so that Bea and I were able to walk briskly back home.

  “I’ll meet you on your porch in ten minutes,” I said as I ran to my house. It was kitty-corner to Bea’s, and just two doors down from Bea’s house on the same side of the street was Aunt Astrid’s home.

  “Okay. We’ll eat fast and go to Mom’s.”

  I waved and ran to my front door faster than I had all morning at the park.

  2

  Witches in Daylight

  I showered in record time at my house and threw on a pair of blue jeans with a white T-shirt. It was shaping up to be a beautiful sunny day that was not too hot or cool. I trotted over to Bea’s and let myself in, ready to discuss what we’d just learned on that very educational jog.

  Bea had made a really lovely breakfast of chocolate oatmeal with fresh fruit and honey along with iced mint tea. But both of us scarfed it down so fast while talking about Niles that we barely tasted any of it. Surprisingly, by the time we headed over to Aunt Astrid’s house, I felt as though I’d eaten three eggs, two sides of bacon, and some toast with jelly.

  “That breakfast was good,” I said.

  She linked her free arm through mine, pulling me along to her mom’s house. Peanut Butter was snuggled in her other arm, content and used to the trip down the block. We didn’t bother to knock on the front door. Instead, we walked around to the back and slipped through the new privacy fence my aunt had put in.

  Contrary to popular belief, witches adored the daylight, sunshine, birds chirping, and bumblebees buzzing. We liked to pay homage to the beauty of daylight and those things that moved about in it. So in order to perform some of her daytime rituals, Aunt Astrid thought a tall fence would ensure her safety and privacy.

  Plus, it provided a little extra safety for Marshmallow, Aunt Astrid’s cat. She was the oldest among our familiars. Like Aunt Astrid, Marshmallow moved slowly and deliberately. After living at least half of her nine lives, Marshmallow had more knowledge and experience than Treacle and Peanut Butter combined.

  Aunt Astrid was adding dirt into a large terra cotta pot. There were bright-pink petunias in a tray next to her. Unlike Bea’s old-fashioned-looking porch, Aunt Astrid had a rather simple patio of red brick. At the end of it was a small fire pit. The yard was not filled with lush, thick vines growing in all directions with eye-popping blooms on all of them. Like me, Aunt Astrid didn’t have a very green thumb.

  But the few pots she had placed around had flowers growing in them, and the neatly trimmed grass was pleasant to walk in if you liked the feeling of grass on your feet. I never did. But Bea did and immediately kicked off her shoes.

  “How did the exercise go?” Aunt Astrid asked without looking up.

  “Wait until you hear,” Bea said as she set Peanut Butter down and wiggled her toes while standing next to her mother. I took a seat on one of my aunt’s extra-cushy patio chairs. It had cushions so thick that when you sat down, you didn’t feel the bumps and ridges of the wicker. Peanut Butter took off after a butterfly.

  “Niles Freudenfur is dead.”

  “Niles Freudenfur is dead?” Aunt Astrid gasped and stopped what she was doing to gape at me. “That doesn’t sound right.”

  “It’s true. We ran into Lawanda in the park. She said there is an estate sale at his house,” Bea added.

  �
�Did she say what happened to him?”

  “Grabber,” I piped up, winking at Bea.

  “He was in the house for two weeks before they found him.” She wrinkled her nose as Lawanda had done.

  “I’m totally shocked.” Aunt Astrid sat back on her haunches, her eyes wide. “Niles was in his seventies, right? I don’t know how to feel about this.” My aunt looked as if she were trying to remember the answer to a question—the same look I had while taking just about every test in any subject in high school. “He and I weren’t friends. In fact, I told him to stay far away from me. He claimed to be a psychic, but his methods of contacting the other side were questionable at best. Dangerous at most. I didn’t want him anywhere near you girls or me.”

  “Cath and I are going to go to the estate sale at his house. Do you want to come?” Bea asked.

  “Yeah, come on, Aunt Astrid,” I said. “Maybe you’ll see something you can use.”

  “We’d have to do a thorough psychic cleaning of everything we take out of that house. Not to mention a good old-fashioned scrub down with soap and water. I’m sure his entire house smells of clove cigarettes.”

  “I like that smell,” I admitted.

  My aunt and Bea looked at me funny, so I quickly changed the subject.

  “Did Jake know anything about this?”

  “Good question,” Bea said. “I’ll give him a call.”

  She strolled past her mom and me into the house. Bea had a cell phone that she kept at her home, so she was using Aunt Astrid’s landline. Bea was convinced that the waves from the phone not only affected your brain but also deteriorated the natural strength of your life force. I agreed with her.