Death Of A Batty Genius (Stormy Day Mystery #3) - Plot & Excerpts
The night was still young, but something about having eaten my weight in sweets made me crave a soft bed and privacy, where I could change into stretchy pants and check my digital messages. Back in my room, I found Jeffrey sitting on a chair, staring at the door as though he’d been expecting me. I gave him some attention, but he was more interested in sniffing the contents of my purse than getting petted and hearing about my evening. “You can thank Cousin Butch for this T-bone,” I said as I served up the small morsels. While he ate, I changed into some comfy loungewear—a striped shirt and dark gray pants that didn’t show gray cat fur—then cracked open the patio door for some fresh air. I settled on the bed and closed my eyes, just for a moment. Jessica gently shook me awake. “Stormy, you can have my bed if you prefer, but we should probably wash your makeup off.”
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