By Lydia Adamson
Whilst actress and beginner sleuth Alice Nestleton whips up an anniversary meal for her actor associates, the satisfied couple simply die-of nutrition poisoning. the one witnesses are the couple's little kittens. certainly adorable, yet not at all possible at the witness stand. this means that Alice is the leading suspect. And whereas the actor in Alice might love the highlight, this isn't the type of awareness she needs... "Slyly captivating." (Publishers Weekly) "Another gem for cat secret fans." (Library magazine)
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But not this time. No, not at all. After his plea was finished we sat in silence. G. at twotwenty. Nora didn’t show at all. I called my machine. Yes, she had left a message. She couldn’t make it. G. had been a pain in the ass, she claimed. He had shown up to help her interrogate the chef. ’’ in her words. Plommer never knew who he was preparing that deadly dish for. And he’d never even heard of Alex and Lila or their restaurant. Nora’s voice made it clear she was more than a bit perturbed. I went back to the table.
What a mundane question. ‘‘Hello. I’m Alice Nestleton. ’’ Lie, Alice. Lie, lie, lie. Get in there. The best lie— that I had information that might help find his child—I could not bring myself to enunciate. No, I could not do that. But the lie I did think of was so ridiculous—‘‘I want to talk to you about Ice of Hearts’’—that he just vanished from the other end of the line and refused to answer when I rang again. I walked to a coffee shop on 17th Street just east of Irving Place. A tiny cafe´ with five tables and chairs.
Who knew? The gargoyle was the real kicker. That meant the sender was some kind of nut. But why superimpose a gargoyle on a kitten’s face? Why not Marlene Dietrich or Madonna or Saddam Hussein or a milk cow? The real kittens were starting to carry on in the carrier. G. pleaded. I folded the poster along the lines it had been 29 Lydia Adamson folded when originally inserted into the mailing envelope, and shoved it into my shoulder bag. Then the door of Lila and Alex’s apartment swung open. Asha appeared and said: ‘‘By the way, Lila called the number.