I muttered, ripping the police line tape off the front gate of A Charming Cure. The Police Station looked dark, but I was sure Oscar watching nervously as I wadded the yellow tape up and threw it in the street. “I’ll show you who’s boss.” Rowr! Mr. Prince Charming batted at the dangling tape. I stomped up to the door and marched in before I let this little ole mix of a murder stop me from my job. I was innocent and I was going to prove it. Rolling up my sleeves, I flipped the light switch on. All of the little table lamps, sconces, and overhead cane lights illuminated, bringing a soft, inviting glow into the shop. The bottles on the tables sparkled, showing off their magical cures inside. A warm fuzzy feeling came over me, as it always did when I was in the store. My intuition told me everything was going to be fine. Meow, meow. Mr. Prince Charming jumped on the counter. I set my bag next to him and gave him a nice long rub down his back. He purred and arched his back with delight.
