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that, Mrs. Roberts" He smiled at her and sipped his tea, apparently not worried about her revelation. "But my client is interested in learning more about you. He'd like to meet to talk about buying this place back from you. For sentimental reasons."
    "I'm not interested. As you know, I've put a lot of time and money into restoring this building. It suits me the way it is. I'm not selling." "
    I understand. Do you really believe you're a pet psychic? Or is it an act?"
    Jenny stumbled into the clinic with her princess pajama top on over her jeans, slippers on her feet. "Where's the dog?"
    Together they took the puppy into the back office where he could be examined. Mary Catherine was surprised when Charlie waited for her to come back. Baylor sat on the counter watching him, waiting for an excuse to pounce. "If you're really interested in the puppy's welfare, call after ten in the morning and we should know something more about him."
    "You didn't answer my question, Mrs. Roberts," he reminded her. "Do you really believe you can talk to animals?"
    "How do you think I knew you rifled through my papers?" She smiled as she walked to the door and held it open for him. "Good night, Mr. Dowd."

    The morning paper brought news of the police investigation into the death of Mrs. Ferndelle Jamison. "Mrs. Jamison was found in her home on Market Street by a taxi driver, Danny Ruiz and Mary Catherine Roberts, a radio talk show host," she read aloud to Tommy and Baylor. "She's survived by her nephew, Colin, whose parents were killed in a boating accident off the coast two years ago."
     
    Baylor looked up from his breakfast and smacked his lips.
    "We don't know that, do we?" She chastised the cat. "Just because you don't like him doesn't mean he killed his parents and his aunt. You take a dislike to most people when you meet them. Colin is a good man, despite his affectations."
    Mary Catherine went on to read about Ferndelle's many charitable contributions to the city. Again, she was touched by the nearness of the death. Somehow it seemed so personal to her. She hadn't known Ferndelle Jamison, yet she felt intimate with her after finding her lying there in her own blood, so helpless in her nightclothes.
    "I know you're hungry," she consoled the turtle. "But all I have is a little lettuce. That will have to do until I can get something else."
    The funeral arrangements hadn't been announced, according to the paper. "Probably because they're going to do an autopsy on her," she told the cat. "They know something isn't right. I'm sure we're not the only ones to question it."
    There was a knock on her private door and she glanced at the clock. It was too early for jenny or a volunteer to be there. For a moment, she thought it might be that nasty Charlie Dowd again. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She opened the peephole a crack. "Yes?"
    Detectives Abraham and Angellus stood outside in the misty morning air. "We have a few more questions, Mrs. Roberts. Could we come in?"
     
Hi Mary Catherine!
Roger, my terrier, escaped from the garden one day when my son was out visiting a friend's new house three miles away. I was amazed when Roger turned up at the friend's new house. My son went there by car. There is no way he could have left a scent and Roger had never been taken to that address before.
Do you think he's psychic?

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    "YOU WANT TO ARREST Tommy?"
    Detective Abraham frowned and looked at the turtle in the bowl on the marble kitchen counter. "We don't want to arrest it... uh ... him. We want to do forensic work on it. Him. It might have a fingerprint on it. Him. Damn!"
    "You mean you want to cut the poor thing open?"
    "No, Mrs. Roberts," Detective Angellus broke into the conversation. "Whoever did this didn't leave much behind to help us. We think there was a struggle between Mrs. Jamison and her assailant. We believe that assailant used the glass from the broken bowl to cut her throat. The turtle was in the glass bowl. It's possible the person