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Kira woke up the next morning with something furry rubbing against her face.
“Morning, Hathor,” she said in a sleepy voice.
She petted the affectionate cat, who had come for her morning cuddle session, purring loudly. Hathor flopped in a most undignified way and stretched out for Kira to stroke her stomach.
Kira’s thoughts started turning as she obliged. She, Trevor, and Jeff had not called the police about Lita’s disappearance, and from what Kira understood, neither had Lita’s parents. Kira had gone to visit them after finding Lita’s abandoned car. They had known nothing useful, and there had been nothing in Lita’s room or on her phone to indicate she had been in contact with anyone who might have taken her. Her parents were shaken, but the idea of calling the police seemed to worr
