The good news was that she’d finished writing the article for Ken with time to spare. Sal DiGillio had brought back her dad’s pickup with plenty of apologies. Best of all, nobody had tried to kill her in the night. The bad news—Shadow was gone. After saving their lives and irrigating Mike’s prized rosebushes, the cat had disappeared. When she’d completed her article and e-mailed it off to Ken, Sunny had taken a walk through the neighborhood but had had no luck spotting him. She’d even driven through town in the evening in search of the cat, but there was no sign of Shadow. It looked as if he didn’t want to be found. At work, Sunny shook her head when she found herself reading the same e-mail for the third time. Come on. He’s a cat, she scolded herself, trying to break out of her funk, not the man of your dreams. The door opened, and Ken Howell came in, carrying a stack of newspapers. It was the week’s supply of the Harbor Crier, destined for the wire rack beside the potted plant in the office window.
