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    The Big Tom: A Pakhet Jones Short Novel: Pakhet Jones
    The Big Tom: A Pakhet Jones Short Novel: Pakhet Jones
    The Big Tom: A Pakhet Jones Short Novel: Pakhet Jones
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    The Big Tom: A Pakhet Jones Short Novel: Pakhet Jones

    By Dean Wesley Smith

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    Superhero Pakhet Jones works in the world of cats. She never faces murderers or real evil. At least not until now.

    With the help of her partner Diane, superhero detective Sky Tate, and two ghost agents, Marble Grant and Sims, she might be able to solve some of the mystery.

    But her best help comes from the big, orange tom cat who ran the downtown area of the city.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWMG Publishing
    Release dateAug 19, 2021
    ISBN9798201787394
    The Big Tom: A Pakhet Jones Short Novel: Pakhet Jones
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    Dean Wesley Smith

    Considered one of the most prolific writers working in modern fiction, USA Today bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith published far more than a hundred novels in forty years, and hundreds of short stories across many genres. At the moment he produces novels in several major series, including the time travel Thunder Mountain novels set in the Old West, the galaxy-spanning Seeders Universe series, the urban fantasy Ghost of a Chance series, a superhero series starring Poker Boy, and a mystery series featuring the retired detectives of the Cold Poker Gang. His monthly magazine, Smith’s Monthly, which consists of only his own fiction, premiered in October 2013 and offers readers more than 70,000 words per issue, including a new and original novel every month. During his career, Dean also wrote a couple dozen Star Trek novels, the only two original Men in Black novels, Spider-Man and X-Men novels, plus novels set in gaming and television worlds. Writing with his wife Kristine Kathryn Rusch under the name Kathryn Wesley, he wrote the novel for the NBC miniseries The Tenth Kingdom and other books for Hallmark Hall of Fame movies. He wrote novels under dozens of pen names in the worlds of comic books and movies, including novelizations of almost a dozen films, from The Final Fantasy to Steel to Rundown. Dean also worked as a fiction editor off and on, starting at Pulphouse Publishing, then at VB Tech Journal, then Pocket Books, and now at WMG Publishing, where he and Kristine Kathryn Rusch serve as series editors for the acclaimed Fiction River anthology series. For more information about Dean’s books and ongoing projects, please visit his website at www.deanwesleysmith.com and sign up for his newsletter.

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      The Big Tom - Dean Wesley Smith

      Part I

      A NEW COMPANION

      1

      The large, black tuxedo cat sat calmly on an eight-inch window ledge nine stories in the air. It didn’t crouch or even act afraid, although it didn’t move. It just sat there like it perched nine stories in the air every day, calmly looking around. Problem was that none of the windows in that area of the condo building opened. Not on that floor or the floor above or below it.

      And there were no balconies close at all.

      None.

      Behind the cat was an expanse of dark window and heat radiated off the glass and the building in shimmers.

      I had no idea how the cat got there, but it just looked around like it owned the entire downtown area of Las Vegas on this hot summer afternoon.

      My name is Pakhet Jones and I am a superhero in the world of cats. Honestly, I don’t just think I am, that is actually my job, and has been now for well over a hundred years. I work in the world of cats. Big cats, small house cats, you name it, I work with them and often save their lives or the lives of their owners.

      Or as cats like to call them, their companions. Cats refuse to be owned. Can’t say as I blame them.

      I am over six foot tall, scary thin, and completely bald. Always have been, which is not that usual for a woman, but a natural state for me, which I had to cover with wigs back in my first hundred years as a superhero. Now I just keep a deep golden tan all over and enjoy the looks I get.

      My name is after an Egyptian god of war and means, in so many words, She who scratches. Yeah, you make me angry enough, that is the truth. But mostly my name Pakhet means a lioness of war, and my focus is as a superhero of cats. I have no idea how my parents way back over a hundred years ago came up with the name, since I was born a long time before I knew, or anyone knew, I would be a superhero of cats. And my grandmothers were named Grace and Edna. Go figure.

      I had just teleported into my condo in the Ogden and had changed into my skimpy bikini to head to my office at The Beach in the Mandalay Resort and Casino. My office on beautiful sunny days was an air-conditioned cabana on the sand, looking out over the water and waves and tourists that filled the large pool area. I loved to lie in the sun there just like any cat. As a superhero of cats, I also had a lot of their traits, something I didn’t mind at all.

      Around me my condo was bright, with light brown shades and white cabinets and off-white walls. I liked light and brightness and my two-bedroom condo reflected that.

      I had just put on my cover up and a thin silk robe that didn’t cover much of anything, and was about to jump to the women’s room at the Mandalay Resort when I heard a faint, Little help would be appreciated.

      Now I can hear a cat’s thoughts when they are directed at me. Can’t hear people’s thoughts, thankfully, but I can hear cats. Just one of my many superpowers.

      And I can sort of tell which direction the cat’s thoughts were coming from. So I went outside onto my balcony on the fourteenth floor looking over the City of Las Vegas and looked down and there was the black and white tom cat.

      How in the world did you get there? I asked out loud, directing my question at the cat.

      I just did.

      Typical cat response.

      I studied the ledge the cat sat on. It was very narrow, not much larger than the cat, and ended in two concrete pillars on either side. Basically it was a window ledge to a set of massive windows of a condo. But those windows did not open.

      And who knew who lived behind those windows and if they were home.

      At this point that ledge had to be getting very warm, considering the temperature at the moment was climbing past 100 degrees and was scheduled to top out over 110 this afternoon. That black and white cat stood no chance in that direct sunlight and heat for much longer than another hour, if that.

      And more than likely the big cat knew it, which was why it asked for help. Cats, by their very nature, hate asking for help under any circumstances. I understood that trait as well.

      I studied the ledge as best I could. I could teleport down to the cat, pick him up and teleport back up here before I fell off, but I would be visible to anyone who was looking that way for the few seconds it took me to pick up the cat.

      I didn’t like that at all. That had to be a last resort. Since I was tall and very thin and had deep golden skin and a completely bald head, I was very recognizable. Especially wearing a bikini and a sheer cover-up.

      I was going to need to find a way to get that cat off the ledge without being seen. And I had to do it soon.

      I looked off to the right of the cat and a floor down to where a handsome guy with broad shoulders wearing a deep blue dress shirt sat sipping a drink on his deck, shaded by an overhang. He seemed to be talking to two others in empty chairs, and I realized who I was looking at.

      That was Canyon Stevens, a superhero working in the area of business. From what I had heard, he was living here in the Ogden as well with two ghost agents named Marble Grant and Sims.

      For years I doubted such things as ghost agents existed, but lately stories I had heard from trusted friends told how ghost agents had helped Poker Boy and his team save the world a couple of times.

      I had never met a ghost agent. There were a lot of things in my hundred years as a superhero that I hadn’t done.

      Someday, I also really hoped to meet Poker Boy, but a superhero in the world of cats didn’t often cross paths with a superhero in the world of poker. But at times I caught glimmerings of his office hanging out in mid-air above the Strip.

      Be right back with help, I thought at the cat.

      Do not be long.

      That was not a good sign. Cats did not get impatient unless their lives were on the line. Clearly this cat knew the heat would hurt him very soon.

      2

      I teleported to the air-conditioned empty hallway in front of Canyon Steven’s condo and rang the bell.

      It took a moment, but finally one of the most handsome men I had ever seen opened the door and smiled. I looked right into his deep blue eyes since he was as tall as I was.

      Damn that smile of his could melt a woman even on a winter’s day in five feet of snow.

      Thankfully my skin is so golden, I doubted he noticed I flat blushed like a teenager. Now I liked women and men both. But no woman could hold a candle to this guy.

      And I was suddenly wishing I had put something on besides the bikini and sheer cover-up. Not that I was ashamed of my body, but appropriate dress just didn’t seem to be a bikini in a condo hallway.

      Yes? he asked, his voice

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