The Investigators, Inc. The Missing Cat. Chapter 10.

While Muffin was busy Mr. Cat started going through all of our stuff, looking for anymore tracking devices. There must be one more somewhere. Sometimes things don’t add up the way they should, and right now is just such a time. It’s obvious that Sabine, or someone in her gang, possibly Gaston, put that tracking device in Muffin. However, that’s the tracking device the police were following, and that doesn’t make sense. Sabine isn’t going to let us get away easily, so she must have a way to track us also, so there must be another tracking device on us somewhere. We’re in a bad position right now, which I haven’t explained to Lena, but perhaps she has figured it out. On one hand we are working with the police to capture these jewel thieves that are responsible to stealing a lot of major jewels around the world. They have even infiltrated Sabine’s gang, with someone.

Take long time to check truck, it big.

However, the local police don’t know anything about this, as far as they know we are just jewel thieves. They could arrest us and we would end up in prison for life because we stole a national treasure. Not good. They could also shoot us as we try to evade being captured, something we would definitely try to do. After all, spending life in prison is not a thrilling thought. But we knew this when we accepted the case. Except Lena. There are things I am not allowed to tell her. Now, on the other hand we have Sabine and her gang. Once they have the Jade Cat she promised to let us go. But will she keep her word? I doubt it. After all, I have seen her and Gaston. There’s no doubt in my mind she will have us killed once she has that Cat. Not good. Either way things don’t look good. Unless we successfully capture Sabine and her gang, without losing the Jade Cat. And that possibility is not looking so good at the moment.

We running into big problem.

Right now I think renting that truck was a deliberate idea, either the police arranged it, or Sabine arranged it. But did Lena know about it? Could she be another undercover police officer, unknown to the other group of undercover police? Or is she a member of Sabine’s gang? Or is she just innocently caught up in this because she genuinely wants to help me? Sabine and Gaston. I know those voices. And I know where I heard them. Muffin comes over and whispers to me. She looks up at me. Meow,meow?=Big problem, right? “Yes Muffin, it’s a big problem,” I said quietly, “but we knew this wasn’t going to be easy. So we keep going as planned for now. Help Mr. Cat look for more tracking devices.” Meow,meow.=Okay, I know we can do it, we smarter than bad people. Then off she went to help Mr. Cat.

Lena finally woke up and came out of the truck. “I slept so well,” she said cheerfully. Nice that one of us did. “Muffin needs to check you for tracking devices,” I said to her. “What? But why?”, she exclaimed. Muffin looked at her sternly. “Okay, I guess there is a reason,” she said, not so cheerful now. They come out and Muffin says there is no tracking device on her. “Sorry,” I said to Lena, “but I had to get checked too, and all of our stuff. We need to make sure there are no more tracking devices before we make our next move. Oh, I had to take your phone as well.” “Wrong,” she said, “it’s right here in my…it’s gone!” Muffin comes over to me carrying Lena’s phone. “How did she do that?”, asked Lena.

Time for us to get back on the highway and get things moving, our way.

“She is our pickpocket, and she knows her job well,” I said with a smile. Then I took a large old hammer I found, and with a shriek coming from Lena, I quickly destroyed her phone. “What about your phone?”, she asked. “Right now I need mine to get in touch with Sabine,” I said, “and, yes, she could be tracking us with that.” Then Mr. Cat came out from under the truck carrying another tracking device. “Well, it looks like someone doesn’t want to lose us,” I said, “probably Sabine, and she likely arranged things so you had to rent this truck.” “But how did she know we would rent something from that place?”,asked Lena. “It was the closest one, and she may have arranged things with other rental places as well,” I said, “hard to outrun someone with this, and it’s hard to hide as well. And now we need to plan our next move.”

To Be Continued.

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

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

©2021 Steve McLeod.

Coffee At Steve’s Country #22.

Good morning and Happy Friday to everyone! Coffee is ready, help yourself and relax with Muffin and I for a while this morning. Muffin almost seems nervous today, she’s just kind of walking around, but doesn’t want to play. She gets that way sometimes. I think it’s time for some more bright and cheery flowers today. I picked out a couple of our wildflowers that for some reason are called weeds. Very strange, but I hope you like them anyway. It’s another cold, cloudy morning here. It’s presently -12F (-24C), but at least it’s not windy like yesterday, so I don’t freeze solid when I go out the door.

The Canada hawkweed, looks somewhat like a dandelion, it grows over 3 ft (1 meter) tall.

And I could actually open the door somewhat normally. Unlike yesterday when the door was frozen shut and I had to kick and pound it to get it open. Normally, like this morning, the door just doesn’t even close properly, therefore it opens quite easily in the cold weather. Not even any point locking the door since all that’s necessary is a slight push on the door and it opens. Cold weather does produce some problems. However, I don’t really expect people to be wandering around at night in this cold anyway, so I’m not concerned about the door. But I still lock the door. Locking our doors always gives us that false sense of security that we all love to have. Even if the lock doesn’t work on the door, it still works on us. Therefore we can sleep peacefully knowing that we locked the door even if it doesn’t work. Oh well.

And here we have the very bright ‘orange hawkweed’, they can grow up to 18 inches (45cm).

Then there is the booms and bangs so common in the cold weather. Common if there is wood around, and most places are made from wood around here. It’s the moisture in the wood that freezes and expands causing amazingly loud noises, sometimes so loud it sounds like some large object just hit the house. Like last night. During the night. When Muffin and I are sleeping peacefully in bed. BOOM!! I jump! Arms and legs flying in every direction. Muffin jumps straight up with a “yeowerl”. Then she comes over, standing on me and looking at me with half closed eyes. I know what she’s saying. She’s telling me if I try that again that I will be sleeping on the floor. We settle back down. Oh well. I hope you have a fantastic Friday and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2021 Steve McLeod.