Imogene’s shoulders slumped. “If I had just picked myself up off the floor as soon as I heard Santa leaving maybe I would have seen something to help identify him. He could be in custody right now.”
Now it was Kenny’s turn to pat Imogene’s arm. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Nobody was hurt. That’s the important thing.”
Imogene knew he was right. Still, she couldn’t stem the guilt she felt over her role in the matter.
After all, her failure to act had very likely allowed Santa to get away with his crime.
* * * *
After Kenny left, Imogene couldn’t stop thinking about the abandoned black cat. She kept telling herself she should try to trap him, but whenever she imagined returning to the scene of today’s crime her pulse quickened and her palms grew clammy.
It was Cleopatra who provide
