Chapter Nineteen
Pansy shrieked and stooped over trying to remove the black cat from her leg.
Myrtle, looking for a weapon of any kind, latched onto the large bottle of w**d-killer and swung it at Pansy as hard as she could. Pansy went down with a thud.
The front door swung violently open and Red plowed into the house. “Mama?” he called.
Red stopped short at the scene in front of him: Pasha, fur still puffy and attached to Pansy, Pansy unconscious on the living room floor, and his octogenarian mother hovering threateningly over her unexpected guest’s body with a large sprayer of w**d killer.
Pansy was checked out by an EMT and then taken away by the state police. Miles, looking rather disheveled but wearing his usual khakis and button-down shirt, arrived after hearing all the commotio
