The Investigators, Inc. The Square House. Chapter 6.

Pictures of Mr. Cat are kindly supplied by his human, Nina.

Previous chapters of this story and other stories can be found on my home page under “The Investigators, Inc.” and “20/20 Investigations, Inc.”

Now to continue with our story, Muffin has been kittennapped…

After checking to make sure of the room number up we went to the second floor. I knock on the door, but there is no answer. Then we use the key and go in quietly. But no one is there, and then, that laughing again. “You’re a no good PI, you shouldn’t be allowed to look for a lost pen!” Then more laughing. “You lost your precious cat, she’s already dead and buried, right under your nose!” Mr. Cat’s ears went straight up when he heard that! I spotted the recording device on the desk so I grabbed it and we all left in a hurry. “Where are we going?”, asked Caren as we ran back outside to her car. “To hopefully find Muffin quickly”, I answered, “let me drive.”

Lots of curves on this road.

She tossed me the keys to her 1993 Jaguar and we started off. “How did you afford a car like this?”, I asked. “My parents bought it for me, it’s one of the first produced in 1993, I liked it because of the name, I love jaguars, they’re beautiful cats,” she answered. “This car will fly,” I said. “Not on the roads around here,” she said, “by the way, don’t you trust my driving?” “You’re too slow,” I said, “we need to move fast.” She just stared at me, “but we don’t know where to go”, said Caren. “Back to your house,” I said and started to push the car. “You can’t go fast on these roads Steve, it’s too dangerous!”, she yelled. “Just watch,” I said, “hold on Mr. Cat.” Meow!=Me holding! SCREECH!

“Forgot how tight that curve was,” I said to Caren. “I’m sure I was on air that time,” she said shaking a bit. “It wasn’t that bad,” I said. She just stared at me, “you weren’t on this side! Please watch the next curve, it’s also bad.” We went screeching around that one too. “They don’t believe in straight roads around here,” I said calmly. “Steve, these are mountains, there are no straight roads possible,” said Caren nervously. “Have they never heard of tunnels?” I asked. Caren just stared at me. “Are you trying to kill us?”, she asked. I didn’t say anything more until we got back to her house. I came to a screeching stop and sure enough, by the front steps was a fresh little grave with a cross marking the spot and Muffin’s name on it.

The driveway to the square house.

Mr. Cat was out of the car so fast, ran to the grave and started digging as fast as his legs would go. I got there next and started digging with my hands. “I have a shovel,” said Caren. “Please bring my backpack, in the main compartment is a cylinder of oxygen and mask,” I said. She got it out. We got down to Muffin and pulled her out and quickly hooked up the oxygen to her. “I’ve never seen such a small mask,” Caren said quietly. “It was specially made for the cats,” I said, “is there a vet in town?” “No, but the doctor will sometimes look at pets if it’s an emergency,” answered Caren. “Let’s go then,” I said and we all hopped back in the car. I showed Caren how to hold Muffin, “keep pushing here to help her breathe.” So she did, and Mr. Cat curled up around Muffin and started purring loudly.

Mr. Cat pouncing to the spot to start digging.

The trip back was just as fast though I did slow down a bit through town. We stopped at the doctor’s office, he didn’t have any patients at the time so he took Muffin in right away. Just then my phone rang so I went out to the waiting room to answer while the others stayed with Muffin. It was Lena, nice and cheerful asking how our vacation was going. “It’s not a vacation,” I said, “more like a nightmare.” Then I told her about what had happened so far. She started crying and handed the phone to Baldwin as he and Calanthe were in the room too, all waiting to hear about our vacation. I told Baldwin the news.

“I hate to say this,” I said slowly, “but I need help.” “Hey Steve, you got it, whatever you need,” said Baldwin. It was decided that he would send 3 of his men and they would stay at the hotel, but wouldn’t communicate with me until I wanted their help. They would leave me a note at breakfast tomorrow just so I would know who they were. Baldwin asked about me as I had mentioned getting hit on my old wound. “It’s kind of hard to stand right now,” I said, “there’s a lot of pain.” “Get the doctor to look at it,” he said. “No time right now,” I said, “maybe later.” “Not later, now, I’m doing what you wanted, now you do what I say,” he said firmly, “if not for me or yourself, do it for Lena, that poor girl is sitting here crying right now.” “Okay,” I said, “as soon as he’s finished with Muffin.”

To Be Continued.

Β©2021 Steve McLeod.

26 Comments on “The Investigators, Inc. The Square House. Chapter 6.

  1. Baldwin gives good advice. You have to take care of yourself before you help others. As they say on airplanes, put on your own oxygen mask before helping others. You need your strength. Take care!

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    • Yep, that guy that hit me was not only big, but strong, he knew what he was doing, no doubt about that. This could really slow me down, but I don’t want to leave Muffin right now anyway, so a good time to rest up. Providing they let me rest. But who is behind this? I have time to think a bit now too.

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  2. This is scary ! Poor Muffin ! The guy who hit you knew exactly the right spot to drag you down ! I am leery of everyone who is round you ! πŸ•΅οΈβ€β™‚οΈπŸ‘©πŸ™€πŸ˜’πŸ˜ΎπŸ€”

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    • Yes, how did this guy know? Is the doctor safe? How did these people know we would be here? Too many questions, not enough answers.πŸ˜³πŸ™€πŸ˜ΎπŸ•΅οΈβ€β™‚οΈ

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  3. You are a fast driver Uncle Steve, seriously, on reality, how fast you drive πŸ€” ever got tickets πŸ€” Coming to the story, Didn’t expect to find muffin in a situation like thisπŸ™„ Steve writer is so cruel, how could he imagine a scene like that 😜. poor Muffin, glad she is safe, and happy you asked for a help now, and do check yourself for Lena.. This series always getting better ❀️😍 going to next part,…. here ..

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    • Never had a ticket in my life Simon. I keep to the speed limit. I had a couple of occasions where I needed to hit a high speed to keep myself out of harms way.πŸ˜³πŸ€” But in a story it’s a lot easier! Muffin is a strong cat, she’ll pull through,😟😿😾 and our PI trio learns some lessons here too. Sometimes help is needed…πŸ˜πŸ˜³πŸ™€πŸ˜ΎπŸ•΅οΈβ€β™‚οΈ

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      • Yes, a help is definitely needed πŸ˜… I got tickets for speeding twice once for not wearing Helmut and once for not carrying any document because I was a kid πŸ˜‚πŸ˜….. Muffin is undeniably a strong cat, I hope she recovers soon and take the revenge… we have to see Muffin’s revenge 😺😻

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      • Wow, lots of tickets! They should have made you do 1000 hours of community service!πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
        First we see Mr. Cat’s revenge and it’s coming up in the next chapter!πŸ˜ πŸ˜ΎπŸ•΅οΈβ€β™‚οΈ

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      • No, just a hefty fine 😲 and first time my dad paid, rest I paid as I started working then.😁. Woah, Cats revenge 😻😍 sounds too exciting…

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      • Thanks, going to be a stormy night so Muffin won’t get much sleep.πŸ™€πŸ™€ Steve however can sleep no matter what.😴 Unless he’s in pain,🀯 then he can’t sleep too well.😬 Good night Simon!πŸ˜πŸŒ™πŸ˜΄

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