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Author's note: Thanks go out to mjm for the use of Maradith and her human Jason. Without your help and guidance this story could never have been written.
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I was standing in the hallway waiting for him to get out of class and come back to his office when the phone rang. She had gone missing and they had searched everywhere. It fell upon Heather to make the call. I had just hung up assuring them that she would be fine when I saw her walking down the hall towards me. I wondered how she found me all the way on the other side of the continent so fast. As she got closer I realized she was every bit as beautiful and graceful as when we first met.
It all started a week ago, I was sitting in my office leaning back and thinking. A few days had passed from when Leanne had gone to join her sister working at the Dark Desires Brothel. I know it was not my fault but I still felt bad. A loud "Meerrroow" broke my thoughts. Looking around and then down I saw a sleek black cat standing beside the chair looking up at me. She meowed again and jumped in my lap. My eyes went at first to the closed doors and window of my office and then back to her. She walked up my chest as if she were an alpine climber until her eyes were level with mine. Her yellow golden eyes held mine a long time as if she were judging me. Finally, she dropped down and made a furry donut on my lap.
My hand reached out to stroke her back and I was rewarded by her soft purring. "I wonder where you came from." I asked her. She did not have the look of a stray; her black fur was excessively glossy for that. This was a well-cared for cat. I don't know how I knew she was female other than by her size. If she was a tomcat, then she was a very young male. The phone rang, moving carefully, as to not disturb the sleeping cat; I picked the phone up, "Yes Heather?" I asked.
"Mr. and Mrs. Edwards are here, Miss Spade," Heather replied.
With the exception of Jamie, all my girls took their turn in the office working the front desk. Today was Heather's turn. Of all of the girls, Heather was the one who was a true Lady. She was born into money and had a flair for judging people that was uncanny. She opened the door and let them in. As they walked forward, I gestured them to a pair of hard wooden chairs. I liked the feel of my office. While it was modern in every way, it had the look and feel of the early twentieth century.
I had always felt the greatest detective stories came from that era and I wanted to capture that feel. Mr. Edwards, dressed in the modern style suit. Frankly, an older, over weight man wearing what looked like pink silk pajamas seemed silly to me. But, it was all the rage. His wife on the other hand, had to be at least 30 years younger. From her bottle blond hair, to her fur coat and the way she all but hissed at Heather and I, screamed, gold-digger. I was willing to bet she was waiting Mister E to kick the bucket so she could find herself a young stud.
Putting on my best professional style I said, "How may I help you?" I normally would have stood but I didn't want to dump Kitten on the floor. I had decided her name was Kitten, it just fit. Looking down at her I also decided that whoever her old owner was, they would play hell in getting her back.
I looked up just in time to see Mrs. Edwards sneeze, "Is that a cat? I'm ..." she sneezed again, "Allergic to cats."
Mr. Edwards leaned towards his wife and said, "I'm sure Miss Spade won't mind getting rid of the cat, honey pumpkin."
I smiled and said, "No, Miss Spade is not getting rid of Kitten." I kept petting the cat and said my smile turning off, "You came to me, not the other way around." The man looked as if he wanted to debate the point but my cold hard stare stopped him. I looked at the woman; her sneeze was as real as her upper-class upbringing after a moment she dropped her eyes. "Now what can I help you with?" I asked. I hated when people come into my office and all they want to do is try to push you around or dance around the topic.
Mr. Edwards opened his matching pink silk purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "I received this in the mail today."
I looked at the folded piece of paper and him. I guess he had never heard of fingerprints and shook my head sadly. Opening it I found someone had cut and pasted letters on to it leaving the message, "Deliver 1,000,000 to the rail line at Los Angeles lost and found in a green suitcase or Bobby gets it." I looked at him and said, "This is a case for the feds, not me," as I handed him the paper back.
He pushed the paper back, "No Miss Spade, I want you to deliver the money for me. They would not help."
I looked at him, "Who is Bobby?" I asked.
The woman spoke up, "His poodle."