The Cat Lady of Octonia, as I began thinking of her while I drove to her house, lived in a little development called Grant over at the edge of the mountain range. The houses were lovely, mostly chalet style with good views of the mountains from every angle, it seemed.
Savannah had sent me the address via text before I even left my driveway. Her message read, Be careful. Have my number ready to go. Get to the officer if you need help.
Be careful. Have my number ready to go. Get to the officer if you need help.I couldn’t imagine a woman who took in her neighbor’s cats and who had taken the time to share a story that might implicate the most notorious crime family of Octonia was someone I needed to fear, but I heeded Savannah’s warning and called up the deputy’s contact so I could just pres
