Chapter 7
This could not be happening.
Felix stared at the lifeless form of a dripping wet cat. He rushed over to the sink and spat out the toothpaste foam and placed his toothbrush on top of the washing machine. His gasps came quicker as he tried to fight nausea.
It was late, and he’d been about to go to bed when he’d remembered the laundry. It had been tempting to leave it till morning, but he’d grabbed his toothbrush and gone to the basement to hang it. Bed clothing was quick work to hang, and he could go to sleep without having to think.
Who had put a dead cat in his washing machine?
His entire body shook. s**t, what if the chocolate wasn’t from Kirk? He’d seen it and assumed, but simply because a guy bought you flowers didn’t mean he’d give you chocolate as well.
What if a socio
