A new year is beginning for our PI team and so far it is very quiet. Too quiet. We are all rested up and ready for a new case, but so far nothing has come along. So the cats and I are out in our new yard running around, playing and having a great time. But I finally get tired out, my back just can’t handle this much running around anymore. But it is hard to try and pace myself correctly. Back inside I go while the cats continue running and chasing each other. “You should not be running around like that,” scolded Kat when I came in, “you will mess up your back totally doing that!”
She is right of course. “I know, I need to slow down,” I said, “but it is not so easy to do.” She looks at me and gives me a hug, “yes, I know, but you need to try more.” “I will, honest,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “A possible case has come along,” said Jennifer, and she handed me a letter. The cats came running in at that moment. Meow,meow?=Someone say we have case? I look at them, sometimes they are quite amazing, how did they know that? So I called everyone to the library, well, Kat and Jennifer rounded up everyone.
Even Baldwin was here for morning coffee. It is nice when he visits, we get more coffee that way. “Okay,” I said, “here it is; ‘hello, my name is Olivia Stratton, I am a widow, my husband passed away about 4 months ago. In his will he left everything to me. But we have one son who left home when he was 18 and we have not heard from him in 22 years. Until now. He has come back and claims that he should inherit everything because I am no longer sane. Since he has come back so many strange things have been happening here and he is using that as evidence that I am not sane and should be locked up somewhere.
And also that I cannot manage my affairs anymore so he should have the inheritance instead. He has gone to court already and my lawyer said he likely will win this case. He even believes I have gone insane and that I am just making things up, seeing things that do not exist, it is just terrible. It has caused me so much stress. And I do not believe this man is my son. When my son left home he was a very thin young man and was 5 feet 9 inches tall. This man is husky build and is 6 feet 2 inches tall. I know because he stood beside the marker by the door that we used to measure our son when he was growing up.
My husband left a good inheritance but it is hidden somewhere in this house and it is gold, not money. My husband believed gold was better. This might seem like an odd request also, but I know you have a large group of people working for you, but groups of people make me so nervous. Would you please come by yourself and maybe bring those adorable cats of yours? I know that you and your Muffin have been together since the very beginning when you found a gold inheritance and maybe you can do it again for me. Thank you for considering my request.’, well everyone, what do you think?”
To Be Continued.