A Mew Beginning by Kathi Daley(Whales and Tails #20)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Kathi lives with her husband, kids, grandkids, and dogs in beautiful Lake Tahoe. When she isn’t writing, Kathi likes to read (preferably at the beach or by the fire), cook (preferably something with chocolate or cheese,) and garden (planting and planning not weeding). She also enjoys spending time on the water when she’s not hiking, biking, or snowshoeing, the miles of desolate trails surrounding her home.
With all the changes in her life, Cait is left with a feeling of dread she can’t quite define. On one hand she has reason to be feeling a level of stress. The effort to reopen the bookstore has been stalled, she is still trying to adjust to her move from her cabin into Mr. Parsons home, and Finn is having little luck investigating a series of disappearances that appear to be ongoing. Still, even with all of that, Cait feels certain that none of these situations is actually at the root of the tension building in the pit of her stomach. Her feelings of dread, she feels certain, are more of a warning, that something bad is about to happen, and no matter how hard she tries, she’s not going to be able to prevent this terrible thing from happening.
We’ve all had them. Those moments when disquiet slowly creeps into our consciousness, expanding and mutating until it eventually redefines itself as anxiety that consumes our every thought. This apprehension often comes on gradually, beginning as a feeling of unease that builds slowly and steadily, until it grows into a sense of foreboding, demanding that we stop what we’re doing and pay attention.
“Cait. Are you in there?”
I looked up at my best friend, Tara O’Brian, who was waving a hand in front of my face. “I’m here.”
“Is everything okay?”
I looked around the dining room of the newest eatery in town, The Wild Rose Café, where we’d arranged to meet for lunch. For a moment, I’d almost forgotten where I was. I really did need to get a grip. “I’m fine.”
“It seems like you’re a million miles away.”
I took a deep breath and forced my mind to refocus on the conversation we’d been having. “I guess I’ve been distracted lately with everything that’s been going on. Between the explosion at the bookstore, the move out of my cabin and into Mr. Parsons’ house, and my new job helping Cody at the newspaper, I feel somewhat displaced.”
“That’s understandable. I’ve been feeling much the same way. I’m hanging in there just fine, but I will be glad when we can reopen the store.”
“You were telling me about your conversation with the insurance company. Are we making any progress?”
She shook her head slowly. “In a nutshell, we’re still waiting for the money I’ve been assured is due to us to be released. It’s been three and a half months. I can’t believe how long this is taking. In the beginning, I actually assumed Coffee Cat Books would be repaired and open for business by this point.”
I placed my hand over Tara’s. “I know. I’m sorry. Neither of us had any idea how long the investigation would delay things, and I’m not sure either of us realized how much the whole process would disrupt our lives.”
She bowed her head. “I guess there isn’t anything we can do other than what we’re doing. It will be fine. We’ll get through this, and at some point, the insurance company is going to have to make good on our policy and settle our claim.”
Tara and I had decided that the problem with our claim was that the source of the fire had been a bomb that was intentionally detonated by a seriously disturbed man who had set out on a mission to destroy Santa Claus. Because the damage to the bookstore hadn’t been caused by anything as simple as a lightning strike or electrical problem, an investigation into the cause had been warranted. The insurance company had told Tara that they hoped to offset their loss by suing the man responsible for the explosion. I had my doubts that they’d get anything out of the guy, especially since he was going to spend much, if not all, of the rest of his life in prison, but they seemed determined to try, and until they had exhausted all options available to them, they seemed determined not to pay us the money we both felt we were due.