cabinet that
held the canned goods.
“Well, hello
there! Aren't you pretty?” The cat stood up, stretched, and turned its back on
her. “Oh, I stand corrected! Aren't you a handsome fella?” He flicked his tail
and stalked over to her, rubbing against her legs and leaving fur along the
cuffs of her black dress slacks. He purred, making a deep bass rumble in his
throat. “Are you trying to say you're hungry? Let's see if we have anything you
can eat.” She walked towards the cabinet, returning her gun to the small of her
back on the way. The cat followed her over, pawing at the closed door. She
opened a can of tuna, dumping the contents onto a little blue saucer from the
cabinet. Then she sat the saucer on the floor, gesturing for him to go ahead.
He gave one
last rub against her pants before sitting down on the floor to eat. He did so
almost daintily, eating one bit of tuna at a time, much like a human would eat
one small bite off of a fork. She petted him as he ate, contented by the
feeling of soft fur beneath her hand. She'd always wanted a cat growing up but
hadn't been allowed. She puzzled over what to name him, but the answer just
seemed to come to her. “Eamon,” she whispered. “That's your name, Eamon.” It
confused her a little since she didn’t recall ever hearing the name before. He
looked up at her and she could have sworn he smiled.
Lizbeth
stepped away from the cat, studying him with suspicion. This was no mere stray
cat, of that she was certain. But before she could strike up an odd
conversation with him, she heard RaeLynn calling for attention. She hurried up
the stairs to the baby's room, picking her up out of the bassinet and soothing
her automatically, lest the baby wake Diandra. In the hustle and bustle to tend
the baby's needs, her concerns over the cat were forgotten.
Chapter Eleven
The two women
once more fell into a routine, although not nearly the same one they had before
their lives were turned upside down. When they woke in the morning Lizbeth
tended to RaeLynn's needs while Diandra excused herself to the bathroom to
ready for the day and drink her baggie of blood in privacy. Then the three of
them went downstairs to have breakfast.
Diandra ate
the same meals as Lizbeth, although they provided her with no nourishment. She
was down to a size 10 now, just two weeks after the birth of her baby. People
stopped her all the time to comment on how fantastic she looked, begging to
know the secret to losing so much weight. She merely smiled and said she wasn't
sure how it had happened but she was satisfied with it regardless. Her waist was
narrow but her hips were still curvy and her bust was very full. She was the
perfect hourglass figure, and she need not do anything to maintain it.
Supermodels worldwide- eat your hearts out, she thought with a wicked grin.
After sharing
a meal they parted ways for the day. Lizbeth went back to the police station
where she just knew she was closer to breaking the cold case wide open. She
would closet herself in the little cubicle in the bullpen and divide the day
between this one cold case and the few current cases needing her attention.
Alexar pulled her to the side one morning for a discussion.
“You may think
you're being clever, but I am aware of what you do in your spare time,” he said
quietly. At Lizbeth's look of puzzlement he clarified. “You're working on the
case that ended your career last year.” She started to stammer a reply but he
cut her off. “I don't mind that you're doing so. I mind that you don't trust
me. You could have come to me. I would have helped you. I agree that things
were not as they appeared, and I know a frame job when I see one. You were the
sacrificial lamb to allow this to continue. But we are going to stop it.”
Lizbeth
started at him, incredulous. “You mean to help me with this?”
Alexar smiled
as he adjusted the cuffs on his charcoal grey suit jacket. “But of course. I
don't believe in letting
held the canned goods.
“Well, hello
there! Aren't you pretty?” The cat stood up, stretched, and turned its back on
her. “Oh, I stand corrected! Aren't you a handsome fella?” He flicked his tail
and stalked over to her, rubbing against her legs and leaving fur along the
cuffs of her black dress slacks. He purred, making a deep bass rumble in his
throat. “Are you trying to say you're hungry? Let's see if we have anything you
can eat.” She walked towards the cabinet, returning her gun to the small of her
back on the way. The cat followed her over, pawing at the closed door. She
opened a can of tuna, dumping the contents onto a little blue saucer from the
cabinet. Then she sat the saucer on the floor, gesturing for him to go ahead.
He gave one
last rub against her pants before sitting down on the floor to eat. He did so
almost daintily, eating one bit of tuna at a time, much like a human would eat
one small bite off of a fork. She petted him as he ate, contented by the
feeling of soft fur beneath her hand. She'd always wanted a cat growing up but
hadn't been allowed. She puzzled over what to name him, but the answer just
seemed to come to her. “Eamon,” she whispered. “That's your name, Eamon.” It
confused her a little since she didn’t recall ever hearing the name before. He
looked up at her and she could have sworn he smiled.
Lizbeth
stepped away from the cat, studying him with suspicion. This was no mere stray
cat, of that she was certain. But before she could strike up an odd
conversation with him, she heard RaeLynn calling for attention. She hurried up
the stairs to the baby's room, picking her up out of the bassinet and soothing
her automatically, lest the baby wake Diandra. In the hustle and bustle to tend
the baby's needs, her concerns over the cat were forgotten.
Chapter Eleven
The two women
once more fell into a routine, although not nearly the same one they had before
their lives were turned upside down. When they woke in the morning Lizbeth
tended to RaeLynn's needs while Diandra excused herself to the bathroom to
ready for the day and drink her baggie of blood in privacy. Then the three of
them went downstairs to have breakfast.
Diandra ate
the same meals as Lizbeth, although they provided her with no nourishment. She
was down to a size 10 now, just two weeks after the birth of her baby. People
stopped her all the time to comment on how fantastic she looked, begging to
know the secret to losing so much weight. She merely smiled and said she wasn't
sure how it had happened but she was satisfied with it regardless. Her waist was
narrow but her hips were still curvy and her bust was very full. She was the
perfect hourglass figure, and she need not do anything to maintain it.
Supermodels worldwide- eat your hearts out, she thought with a wicked grin.
After sharing
a meal they parted ways for the day. Lizbeth went back to the police station
where she just knew she was closer to breaking the cold case wide open. She
would closet herself in the little cubicle in the bullpen and divide the day
between this one cold case and the few current cases needing her attention.
Alexar pulled her to the side one morning for a discussion.
“You may think
you're being clever, but I am aware of what you do in your spare time,” he said
quietly. At Lizbeth's look of puzzlement he clarified. “You're working on the
case that ended your career last year.” She started to stammer a reply but he
cut her off. “I don't mind that you're doing so. I mind that you don't trust
me. You could have come to me. I would have helped you. I agree that things
were not as they appeared, and I know a frame job when I see one. You were the
sacrificial lamb to allow this to continue. But we are going to stop it.”
Lizbeth
started at him, incredulous. “You mean to help me with this?”
Alexar smiled
as he adjusted the cuffs on his charcoal grey suit jacket. “But of course. I
don't believe in letting
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