Paw and Order: The Detective Whiskers Cozy Mystery Series, #1
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A woman, her cat, and a murder.
Who will crack the case?
Sheila and her amateur sleuth friends or Whiskers and his animal friends?
"Chris Abernathy has created a fun world full of mysteries, margaritas, and meows. I want to live in Paradise Cove!"
Paradise Cove is, well, paradise. Pretty cottages line the quiet beach where waves wash gently onto sugar-white sand. Sunsets paint the sky each evening and gentle sea breezes blow across the dunes into the quaint downtown.
Whiskers wears a shiny police badge on his pet collar, and he earned it, but when he tries to tell humans what he's uncovered in his investigations they think he wants food or a belly rub. Which, of course, he does. But he also needs to catch the killer who is trying to frame Sheila. Fortunately, he can communicate with other animals including a hippie cat that lives on the beach, a great blue heron, and the town's K-9 officer.
Sheila certainly wasn't planning to form the Paradise Cove Murder Society. It is fun, though, sleuthing with her new friends and sipping margaritas on the deck watching sunsets.
The Detective Whiskers Cat Cozy Mystery Series is full of funny and clean stories about starting over, rediscovering yourself, and enjoying lots of laughs, belly rubs, and margaritas along the way. The quirky characters (humans and animals) and small town charm create the perfect balance of exciting, heartwarming, and relaxing.
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Paw and Order - Chris Abernathy
Preface
There comes a time in the life of any ambitious cat when they stop what they’re doing and take stock of where life has taken them. I didn’t have that luxury. Not at the moment. One false move would spell disaster — for myself and Sheila.
Still, my mind couldn’t block out the question of how have I gotten here?
Here
is a moonlit beach where I was surrounded by margarita-influenced ladies trying and failing to hold back their giggles as they stumbled toward an almost certain disaster. Confronting a killer was a job for sober professionals, like myself. Yet, I felt powerless to stop them. The former television queen, crafty elementary school teacher, realtor dressed for the board room, and newly widowed empty nester were determined to do what the local police force seemed incapable of, oblivious to the danger.
What would Fred think? All those years of patiently educating me in the skills and procedures of police detecting to have me doing something as reckless as this? Maybe it was a blessing that he wasn’t here to see it, although I could use his help.
A swift breeze from the water rustled the sea oats surrounding us in the shadowed dunes. Moonlight reflected from the rim of the margarita glass one of the ladies refused to leave behind. A muffled scream stopped us all in our tracks as another of the ladies stepped on a jagged shell fragment, barefooted and clutching her stiletto heels to the side of her pristine business suit.
As we drew closer to the killer’s lair of deceit, my heart pounded underneath my black and white fur, rattling the shiny badge dangling from my collar.
This is it, Whiskers, I told myself. Time to prove, to yourself and the rest of the world, that this badge is more than some silly trinket.
One
Oh, Fred. You really outdid yourself this time.
That’s my human, Sheila Mason, talking to a dead man. Not the murder victim—he’d be dead soon enough.
I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Detective Whiskers and I’m a cat. People call me a tuxedo cat because of my handsome black and white fur.
Sheila and I were sitting in front of a wide-open set of French doors, staring across grassy dunes at the waves gently washing up on white sand. She’d been sitting there for an hour, holding a pretty gift box with ribbons and ignoring the boring brown boxes. Most of them were just as full as when the moving truck drove away from our new home—a two-bedroom cottage in the most amazing little beach town, Paradise Cove. The papers inside the gift box had brought us here.
Funny thing about humans. A happy couple can go for hours, even days, barely saying a word to each other, and be perfectly content. They don’t need to say it. They know it. But when one of them is gone, the other one can’t stop talking to them.
Fred passed away the day we retired. Ever since, it’s been Fred this
and Fred that
and Fred, did you see that?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. It’s nice. Sometimes I swear I think I hear him answer, Yes, Sheila. Columbo’s figured it out now.
They loved to watch murder mysteries together.
The pretty box Sheila held was a gift from Fred. A gift he was bringing to her when he died. Pulling it from the packing box caused all of the memories to flood in, and we were both stuck, frozen in our thoughts.
Fred was Sheila’s husband and my partner. Together, he and I had solved hundreds and hundreds of crimes in Colorado. Mostly Fred, if I’m honest, but I helped. Yeah, I did a little field work, chasing down the baddies, but I’m not here to brag about my many courageous adventures. Maybe another time. My main thing was helping him figure it all out. Every night after dinner we’d sit down at his desk in the basement and go over his latest case together. During the day, I’d study the classic cases from other great detectives and amateur sleuths … Lieutenant Columbo, Jessica Fletcher, Lennie Briscoe. Sheila liked having them on the television while she cooked, cleaned, and worried if the detective she married would come home safely.
She was right. Fred really did outdo himself, buying us this house. I can’t wait to get out and explore the town. What I saw from the drive in was really special. Not like other beach towns with big condos and lots of traffic. That’s thanks to an unusually strong and large home owners association, I had learned. Paradise Cove was unique—mostly built by one developer many years ago who made sure almost all of the town was part of the association. That way the HOA board was able to keep his original vision of a quiet town. Just enough businesses to meet the needs of the community with younger families on one side of town and the section by the beach reserved exclusively for people fifty-five and older. The public beach, of course, was open to everyone.
I have to admit the beach had always made me think of a very different box from the pretty one Sheila was holding. To me, all that sand just looked like the world’s biggest litter box. But that was before I came to Paradise Cove and experienced it for myself. Everything looked so clean and perfect as we rode in on the moving truck. Live oak trees lined the streets with Spanish moss dangling from the limbs. Between houses there were thick hibiscus hedges, azaleas, and other tropical blooms.
Fred and Sheila both dreamed of retiring to Florida. Every summer they came down on vacation and explored the beaches, looking for the perfect place, which turned out to be Paradise Cove. Driving the back roads one day, they stopped here and got a room at the Parrot Eyes Inn. The hotel was showing its age but the town was, well, paradise. They knew this was it and started watching for houses to go on the market. Something small a block or two off the water. But the few listings that showed up were sold before they could even visit. Then, just a few weeks before Fred was set to retire, this cottage was listed ‘For Sale by Owner.’ It wasn’t a block or two off the beach, though. It sits right on the beach near the pier. Fred and Sheila had walked past it many times, wondering if the inside was as inviting as the outside and the view. Thanks to the first picture on the listing, they knew. Absolutely stunning.
Sheila also knew it was out of their price range.
Fred, apparently, didn’t know that. That night, while we were supposed to be solving crimes together, he called the seller. And begged.
This is all I can spend,
he told her apologetically. I’m retiring soon, and Paradise Cove is the only place we want to be. I got a small inheritance in college that I never told my wife about. It’s not enough to match your listing price, but it’s grown, and with our other savings it’s close.
I could hear the woman on the other end of the call. Cats have excellent hearing, despite all of the hair in our ears.
Well, I don’t have any kids to leave it to. It’s just me now. And that’s more than I will need, honestly. You say you’re a police officer?
Yes, ma’am. Forty years on the force.
You’ve helped a lot of people in that time, I’m sure.
I’ve tried my best.
There was a long pause in the conversation. I was watching Fred’s face, and it wrinkled up more than the bulldog that used to live down the street. Eventually the woman spoke up again.
You’re really going to live here? You and your wife? Not leave it empty most of the year or try to sell it for a profit?
Me, my wife, and Detective Whiskers,
he promised. We will be moving down as soon as we can.
You’re bringing another detective with you?
She sounded confused.
Well, yes … but not an ordinary detective. My cat, Whiskers, is my partner in crime fighting.
Oh, tell me about your Whiskers. I love cats.
Her voice had changed now. She seemed happy. Fred held the phone next to my face.
Say hello, Whiskers.
Good evening, ma’am. Fred showed me the pictures of your beautiful home. It looks so peaceful,
I stated as politely as I possibly could.
Fred took the phone back. He says he’s looking forward to enjoying some fresh seafood.
That’s not what I said. And Fred knows I prefer donuts, like any other cop. But the lady laughed, so no harm done.
You’re going to love it here,
the lady said.
Fred teared up a little. And that was that.
He swore me to secrecy, as if Sheila would understand me anyway. For the next few weeks, our evenings were spent with paperwork, bank transfers, and all the things you do when you’re buying a home. His caseload was light now because the police chief didn’t want to give him any cases he wouldn’t be able to finish. Sheila thought we were still solving crimes. No crime in that, is there?
Fred wrapped up the deed in a pretty box to present to Sheila at his retirement party. Tied some ribbon into a nice bow just like she taught him.
And then he died. Suddenly. No warning. On his way to the party, with the box sitting next to him, unopened, where she had sat a thousand times.
Sheila hadn’t been sure what to do. I don’t know if I can move to Florida by myself,
she told everyone.
I gotta admit that kinda stung. But I knew what she meant. And that’s when I made Fred my promise—wherever he was. I would take care of Sheila and protect her so that she could be safe and, eventually, happy in Paradise Cove. I’ll keep an eye on the neighborhood. I’ll use everything you taught me to keep the bad guys away. I won’t let anything happen to her.
Eventually it was their kids that convinced her to go ahead with it. They’d moved away years ago and had busy lives. But one look at the pictures of the new house, and they swore she would be seeing them, and the grandkids, often in Florida.
And here we were. Staring out the open doors of a cozy cottage at the most amazing sunset either of us had ever seen. It was time for Sheila to rest and enjoy herself, while I stepped up to keep an eye on things.
I think we’ll call it Sunset Cottage, Whiskers. What do you think?
Purrfect,
I meowed.
You really outdid yourself this time, Fred.
Two
Ding-dong.
Oh, who can that be?
Sheila asked, finally taking her eyes off the now-faded sunset and placing the pretty box and ribbon on a shelf. Surely we’ve met all the neighbors by now.
There had been a steady stream of visitors throughout the day. Clearly, Paradise Cove didn’t get new residents very often and they were all eager to see who had moved in.
A click, click, click sound had me on alert before the first ring of the doorbell that morning. It was Becky, a local realtor eager to get the scoop on the listing that she had missed, and the clicking came from her stiletto heels on the front porch. At least Roger didn’t get it, either!
Roger, she said, lived in the house to our right and was her competition. Or at least he seemed to think he was. He’d moved into town a few months ago but still hadn’t managed to snag a single listing in the area. Maybe the pressure of choosing between her next-door neighbor and a more established realtor was too much for the previous owner, and that’s why she decided to sell it herself without putting up a sign. I could’ve gotten her a lot more,
Becky announced, apparently not considering that Sheila wouldn’t be living here if she had. You stole this place.
"My husband bought it. He did not steal it. Sheila’s eyes narrowed.
He never stole anything in his life."
You tell her,
I meowed. If only she would stand up for herself the way she does for Fred and their kids. I hopped on the countertop,