Cat Sitter Among the Pigeons (Dixie Hemingway Series #6)

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No mission is impawsible for Dixie Hemingway in

CAT SITTER AMONG THE PIGEONS

Former Florida police officer turned pet-sitting sleuth is once again on the prowl. Dixie?no relation to you-know-who?is helping an elderly gentleman, Mr. Stern, take care of his orange shorthair cat, Cheddar. But it?s Stern?s infant granddaughter, Opal, who really wins Dixie?s heart. Problem is that Opal?s mother, Ruby, has some dangerous connections to certain local ...

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Overview

No mission is impawsible for Dixie Hemingway in

CAT SITTER AMONG THE PIGEONS

Former Florida police officer turned pet-sitting sleuth is once again on the prowl. Dixie—no relation to you-know-who—is helping an elderly gentleman, Mr. Stern, take care of his orange shorthair cat, Cheddar. But it’s Stern’s infant granddaughter, Opal, who really wins Dixie’s heart. Problem is that Opal’s mother, Ruby, has some dangerous connections to certain local big-money honchos. Ruby has enough insider information to send them to prison for life…and they are willing to do anything, even threaten Opal’s life, to shut her up and preserve their ill-gotten gains. Now it’s up to Dixie to protect Opal from harm—at all costs. And she must do it without letting law-enforcement people know—not even Detective Guidry, with whom she happens to be romantically involved. Does Dixie have her claws sunk in too deep to make it out of this one? Or are her nine lives finally up?

“Dixie’s latest adventure keeps you glued to your seat from the first chapter.”

Kirkus Reviews

 “For anyone who loves mysteries, animals, or just plain great writing.”

—Laurien Berenson, author of Doggie Day Care Murder

 “Dixie is Florida’s favorite pet sitter.”

Sarasota Herald-Tribune

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
PRAISE FOR BLAIZE CLEMENT AND

RAINING CAT SITTERS AND DOGS

“Another enjoyable tale from Blaize Clement.”—Kirkus Reviews

 “Smooth prose, a lush background...a fine-feathered read.”—Publishers Weekly

CAT SITTER ON A HOT TIN ROOF

“Thoughtful and compelling.”—Publishers Weekly

“A feel-good [series]…Recommend this one for readers who liked the southern setting and animal characters in Joyce and Jim Lavene’s The Telltale Turtle.” —Booklist

EVEN CAT SITTERS GET THE BLUES

“Gutsy, sexy…Dixie is Siesta Key’s favorite pet sitter.”—Sarasota Herald-Tribune

“Blends elements of cozy and thriller to produce an unusual and enjoyable hybrid . . . sure to delight readers.”—Publishers Weekly

“For fans of Susan Conant and Clea Simon.”—Library Journal

“Ingenious…captivating. Here is a series that even people who dislike pet mysteries can enjoy.”

Reviewing the Evidence

“Will have readers begging for more treats.”—Lansing State Journal

DUPLICITY DOGGED THE DACHSHUND

“Fast paced…the canine caper crowd will enjoy Florida’s leading pet-sitter.”—Midwest Book Review

“Clement’s fast-paced sophomore effort…builds suspense and delivers startling revelations.”

Publishers Weekly

“A fast-paced novel, an intriguing plot. Clement also infuses this entertaining story with a thoughtful meditation on death, survival, and moving on. It’s a lesson the animals in our lives already know.”

Richmond Times-Dispatch

“Don’t let the cutesy title fool you. This isn’t one of those lightweight, frothy ‘fun with animals’ stories... It’s tough, gritty, and edgy. One of the strongest points of Clement’s work is her knack for building suspense slowly but steadily, to the point where you have no idea what peril might be lurking just around the bend.”— Sarasota Herald-Tribune

“Clement uses the animals in Dixie’s care…to enrich her plot, creating in the process an entertaining cozy, one of the few set in South Florida, land of noir.”—Booklist

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT SITTER

“A knockout read.”—Laurien Berenson, author of Doggie Day Care Murder

“Clement’s assured cozy debut introduces an appealing heroine.”—Publishers Weekly

“Impressive…a sure keeper, with well-developed characters, seamless prose, and a winning plot…[a] commendable new series.” —Mystery Lovers.com

“A first-rate debut.”—Booklist

Entertaining…Dixie is a complex, well-conceived character and the plot fast-moving and believable.” —Kirkus Reviews

“At once a cozy mystery for animal lovers and a jarringly earthy hard-boiled whodunit about human corruption. Clement’s sleuth, Florida pet-sitter Dixie Hemingway, is an engaging combination of vulnerability and toughness, but the real heroine of the story is a gritty Abyssinian cat. A good read!”—Susan Conant, author of All Shots and the Holly Winter Dog Lover’s Mysteries

“Kick off your flip-flops, find a hammock, and settle in for a fun read. Clement’s Floridian heroine, Dixie Hemingway, spouts laugh-out-loud one-liners and words of wisdom in this intriguing whodunit filled with twists, turns, and some pretty captivating critters!”—Cynthia Baxter, author of Murder Packs a Suitcase

“Funny, engaging, and true to life.” —Lee Charles Kelly, author of Like a Dog with a Bone

Curiosity Killed the Cat-Sitter has it all: a feisty heroine, lovable animals, and a solid whodunit. What more could you ask for?”—Barbara Seranella, creator of the Munch Mancini crime novels

“A fantastic who-done-it . . . Fans of fast-paced clever mysteries will appreciate Dixie’s efforts to uncover the culprit before she either goes to jail or dies.”—Harriet Klausner Reviews

“A new star in the ‘mysteries with animals’ firmament…this book stands out in the genre for its plotting, pacing, and well formed characters, in addition to an enticing tropical locale.”—The Kingston Observer (Kingston, MA)

“A keeper, with its plucky protagonist, cats galore, and a nice sense of place.”—Library Journal

Kirkus Reviews

Want to reduce stress in your life? Don't become a pet sitter. Your clients can be murder.

Dixie Hemingway's latest charge (Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs, 2010, etc.)is a cat named Cheddar. On Dixie's first visit to him, his caretaker Mr. Stern's granddaughter Ruby arrives with her baby Opal, claiming that she has no place else to go. When Dixie, an older Ruby look-alike, leaves, she's kidnapped, blindfolded and tied up, and delivered to the home of Kantor Tucker. After he tells his minions they got the wrong person, she's dumped off with $50 cab fare at Friendly's, where her boyfriend, enigmatic homicide detective Guidry, picks her up. Her dander up, Maggie discovers that as a high-school senior Ruby was used by her grandfather's neighbor Myra Kreigle, an upper-crust house flipper, to lure in investors. Ruby's husband, famous drag racer Zack Carlyle, thinks that Ruby dated him only in the service of Myra's scams. Now that Ruby's agreed to testify against Myra, she becomes the target of Myra and Kantor Tucker, who are desperate to shut her up. Realizing she's up against a powerful foe, Dixie wishes she could forget it all. But when she arrives to find Mr. Stern's house in flames and Opal missing, she joins Zack and his pals in a hair-raising attempt to find the baby before the plot to muzzle Ruby ends in tragedy.

Dixie's latest adventurekeeps you glued to your seat from the first chapter.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312532543
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 11/29/2011
  • Series: Dixie Hemingway Series , #6
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 348,248
  • Product dimensions: 6.78 (w) x 4.16 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Blaize Clement is the author of the Dixie Hemingway mysteries: Curiosity Killed the Cat Sitter, Duplicity Dogged the Dachshund, Even Cat Sitters Get the Blues, Cat Sitter on a Hot Tin Roof, and Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs. She is a member of Mystery Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Sisters in Crime. Clement has been a stay at home mom, dressmaker, caterer, and worked as a psychologist for 25 years. She has never been a pet sitter, but has shared her home with dogs, cats, birds, fish, and neurotic gerbils. She lives in Sarasota, Florida.

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I read somewhere that if two quantum particles come into contact with each other—like if they happen to bump shoulders in the dairy aisle of a subatomic supermarket—they will be forever joined in some mysterious way that nobody completely understands. No matter how far apart they travel, what happens to one will affect the other. Not only that, but they will retain some eerie form of ineffable communication, passing information back and forth over time and space.

Ruby and I were a bit like those weird particles. From the moment I opened the door and saw her standing there holding her baby, we had a strong connection that neither of us particularly wanted. It was just there, an inevitable force we couldn’t resist.

I met Ruby the first morning I was at her grandfather’s house. Her grandfather was Mr. Stern, a name which fit him remarkably well. Slim, silver-haired, and ramrod straight, Mr. Stern had ripped his bicep playing tennis. He was not the sort of man to make a fuss about a torn muscle, but his doctor had insisted that he rest his arm in a sling until it healed. That’s where I came in. Mr. Stern lived with a big orange American Shorthair named Cheddar, so he had asked me to help twice a day with cat-care things that required two hands. When he asked and I agreed, neither of us had known that Ruby was on her way with her baby. We hadn’t known how much exquisite pain we’d both suffer in the following days, either. Not muscle pain, but heartache.

I’m Dixie Hemingway, no relation to you-know-who. I’m a pet sitter on Siesta Key, a semitropical barrier island off Sarasota, Florida. Until almost four years ago, I was a sworn deputy with the Sarasota County Sheriff’s Department. Carried a gun. Had awards for being a crack shot. Went to crime scenes with the easy self-confidence that comes with training and experience. Had faith. Faith that I could handle anything that came along because I was solid, I was tough, I had my act together, I was on top of things. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I had calm, fearless eyes. Then my world exploded into an infinity of sharp-edged fragments and I’ve never had those fearless eyes again.

But on that Thursday morning in mid-September when I met Mr. Stern and Ruby for the first time, I had dragged myself out of a cold, dark pit of despair. I wasn’t hollow anymore. I enjoyed life again. I had even thawed out enough to take the risk of loving again. I was actually happy. Maybe all that happiness was the reason I got careless and ended up in big trouble.

I usually make a preliminary visit to meet pet clients and provide their humans with written proof that I am both bonded and insured. The humans and I discuss my duties and fees, and we sign a contract. But since Mr. Stern had something of an emergency, my first trip to his house was also my first day on the job.

He lived on the north end of Siesta Key on one of the older streets where, during the mass hysteria that hit southwest Florida’s real estate market, nice houses originally valued at two hundred thousand had sold as tear-downs to be replaced with multimillion-dollar colossals.

Mr. Stern’s house was a modest one-level stucco painted a deep shade of cobalt blue. In most places in the world, a cobalt house would probably seem a bit much, but on Siesta Key, where houses nestle behind a thick growth of dark greens and reds and golds, it seemed just the way God intended houses to look. It sat too close to an ostentatious wealth-flaunting house on one side, with another overblown house on the other side that had a huge untended lawn. The lawn sported a bank foreclosure sign—a not-so-subtle reminder that the real estate boom was over and that the value of anything depends on human whim, not on any intrinsic worth.

Slim as a spike of sea oats, Mr. Stern had neatly combed thin gray hair, bushy eyebrows above fierce blue eyes, and a spine so straight he didn’t need to tell me he was a military veteran. He told me anyway. He also told me that he was not the kind of man to waste his time on a cat, and that the only reason he had one was that his granddaughter had left her cat at his house and now he was stuck with it. He told me this while he gently cradled Cheddar, the cat, in the crook of his good arm.

American Shorthairs are uniquely American cats. Their ancestors came to this country along with the first settlers. They were excellent mousers—the Shorthairs, not the colonials—and they were noted for their beautiful faces and sweet dispositions. Something you can’t say for sure about the first settlers.

Cheddar didn’t seem the least bit offended by the way Mr. Stern talked about his disdain for cats. In fact, his lips seemed to stretch toward his ears in a secret smile, and he occasionally looked at me and blinked a few times, very slowly, sort of a cat’s way of saying, Between you and me, everything he says is hooey.

Having made it clear that he was a no-nonsense kind of man, Mr. Stern gave me a quick tour of the house. Lots of dark leather, dark wood, paintings in heavy gilt frames, photographs scattered here and there, a book-lined library that smelled faintly of mildewed paper and pipe tobacco. Except for a sunny bedroom with flower-printed wallpaper and a net-sided crib rolled into one corner, the house was what you’d expect of a cultured gentleman who rarely had houseguests.

In the dining room, Mr. Stern opened a pair of french doors with a ta-da! gesture toward a large bricked courtyard. “This is our favorite place.”

I could see why. Stucco walls rose a good fifteen feet high, with flowering vines spilling down their faces. Butterflies and ruby-throated hummingbirds zoomed around coral honeysuckle, Carolina jasmine, flame vine, and trumpet vine. The perimeter was a thick tangle of sweet viburnum, orange jasmine, golden dewdrop, yellow elder, firebush, and bottlebrush. A rock-lined pond held center stage, three of its sides edged with asters, milkweed, goldenrod, lobelia, and verbena, while a smooth sheet of water slid over an artfully tumbled stack of black rocks at its back. Inside the pond, several orange fish the size of a man’s forearm languidly swam among water lilies and green aquatic plants.

Cheddar twisted out of Mr. Stern’s hold and leaped to the terrace floor, where he made a beeline to the edge of the pond and peered at the koi with the rapt intensity of a woman gazing at a sale rack of Jimmy Choos.

I said, “This is lovely.”

Mr. Stern nodded proudly. “Those gaps between the rocks make the waterfall something of a musical instrument. I can change the tone by changing the force of the water. I can make it murmur or gurgle or roar, just by turning a dial. At night, colored lights inside those openings dim or brighten on different timers. Sometimes Cheddar and I sit out here until midnight listening to the waterfall and watching the light show.”

Ordinarily, when a man talks like that, he’s referring to himself and a spouse or a lover. I found it both sad and sweet that Mr. Stern was a closet romantic who turned a stern face to the world but shared his sensitive side with a cat.

The churning sound of wings overhead caused us to look up at an osprey circling above us. It was eyeing the koi the same way Cheddar did, but with greater possibility of catching one. Ospreys are also called fish hawks, and they can swoop from the air and grab a fish out of water in a flash. As I watched the osprey, I saw a dark-haired young woman looking down from the upstairs window of the house next door. She turned her head as if something had distracted her, and in the next instant disappeared. Another woman appeared. The second woman was older, with the sleek, expertly cut hair of a professional businesswoman. When she saw me, her face took on a look of shock, and then changed to venomous fury. A second passed, and she jerked the drapes together and left me staring at shiny white drapery lining.

The hot air in the courtyard bounced from the bricked floor and climbed my bare legs, but a chill had moved in to sit on my shoulders. As unlikely as it seemed, the older woman’s animosity had seemed personal and directed straight at me.

The osprey made another circle overhead, hovered atop the wall a moment, then extended its long stick legs for a landing. But the instant its toes touched trumpet vine, it lifted and flew away.

Mr. Stern smiled. “Those birds are smart. There’s coiled razor ribbon along the top of that wall. You can’t see it because it’s hidden under the flowers, but that osprey sensed the danger.”

The osprey’s shadow had caused the koi to sense danger too. They had all disappeared under rocks and lily pads. The koi were smart to hide. In the garden paradise Mr. Stern had created, life and death teetered on a fine balance.

If I had been gifted with the ability to see into the future and know that Ruby was at that moment coming to bring danger to all of us, I would have followed the lead of the osprey and the koi. I would have hidden out of sight until the danger passed, or I would have left the place entirely and never come back. But I’m not psychic, and even though the next-door neighbor’s wicked glare had been unnerving, I wasn’t afraid of her.

At least not yet.

 

Copyright © 2010 by Blaize Clement

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2011

    Don't let this series end Blaize!

    I love, love, love this series! I sure hope there are more to come. After six books, it is predictable in that you know Dixie Hemingway is going to get mixed up in a murder investigation, and you know by the end of the book it will be solved. HOWEVER...Dixie's quirkiness and the writer's wit make each book in this series very entertaining. Throw in some fun stories about pets, along with a little romance here and there for Dixie, and you have great stories everytime. Keep them coming!

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    Love this writer!

    It is a mystery, sexy, exciting book. The writer makesthe story line real. Easy to believe that is could have happened. Colorful, fun characters. LOVE all the books in her seris. Hard to put down.

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    Highly Recommended

    You know you find a great book and you really fall in love the characters. I just have one complaint. Especially how this one ended. You have to wait tooo long for the next book.

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