“You haven’t seen a cat, have you?” I asked Beattie and then explained why I was asking.
“Nope. No sign of one up here,” Beattie said as she and I looked under the bed in MacDonald’s bedroom from opposite sides. “Well, unless you count this.” She pointed to a fleece blanket draped over one corner of the bed and covered in cat hair.
“Do you think the cat died before MacDonald did?” Adaire asked.
I shook my head. “One of the vet bills was from just a week ago, and honestly, given how much he’d spent on the cat already, I kind of think he might have had the boy cremated so he could keep his ashes nearby.” We all looked around for a cat-holding urn but didn’t find one. “Yeah, I think the cat was alive.”
“Let’s go ask the neighbor,” Beattie said as she headed for the door after giving Aaran
