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Pet-sitter Dixie Hemingway never would have guessed that her trip to the veterinarian's office would be anything but ordinary. But when she meets a teenage girl named Jaz in the waiting room, the ordinary is turned on its head, and Dixie is led on a wild-goose chase of epic proportions. From the pampered luxury of fabulous, exclusive resorts to dangerous streets filled with gang violence and kidnapping, it's not long before Dixie and Jaz are in way over their heads.

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Overview

Pet-sitter Dixie Hemingway never would have guessed that her trip to the veterinarian's office would be anything but ordinary. But when she meets a teenage girl named Jaz in the waiting room, the ordinary is turned on its head, and Dixie is led on a wild-goose chase of epic proportions. From the pampered luxury of fabulous, exclusive resorts to dangerous streets filled with gang violence and kidnapping, it's not long before Dixie and Jaz are in way over their heads.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
PRAISE FOR BLAIZE CLEMENT AND

CAT SITTER ON A HOT TIN ROOF

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

Reviewing the Evidence

“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 (2008).” —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

 

Publishers Weekly
At the start of Clement’s sprightly fifth Dixie Hemingway mystery (after 2009’s Cat Sitter on a Hot Tin Roof), the Siesta Key, Fla., pet sitter and former cop takes an instant liking to Jaz, a mixed-race pubescent girl she first meets at the vet, where Jaz has brought an injured wild rabbit. A nervous man claiming to be Jaz’s stepfather (“he looked like a junior high school principal who had learned too late that he hated kids”) admits he accidentally hit the rabbit in his car. Later, three young thugs looking for Jaz confront Dixie at the home of one of Dixie’s clients. Dixie’s homicide detective love interest, Lt. Jean-Pierre Guidry, suspects the three are connected to the knifing murder of a local elderly man, and the chase is on to find the thugs before they get to Jaz. Smooth prose, a lush background, and engaging animals—in particular, Big Bubba, a talkative African gray parrot who loves to watch police shows on TV—make for a fine-feathered read. (Jan.)
Kirkus Reviews
Dixie Hemingway is a loyal friend and a bad enemy-two traits that spell trouble for her and Siesta Key, Fla. While picking up a recovering parrot from the vet's office, pet sitter Dixie meets Jaz, a young teen sobbing over the death of a wild rabbit hit by a car. Former law officer Dixie can't help noticing that the driver, Jaz's stepfather, is wearing a shoulder holster. When Dixie introduces Jaz to her friend Hetty, who raises puppies as future guide dogs, the two hit it off. But trouble looms when three teens follow Dixie to her client's house looking for Jaz. She convinces them she knows nothing but warns Hetty that Jaz could be big trouble. Although concerned about Jaz, she's more worried about her brother's significant other, Paco, who's been gone longer than usual on one of his undercover assignments, and her old high-school friend Maureen, who shows up in the middle of the night claiming that her husband's been kidnapped. Against her better judgment, Dixie agrees to drop off the million-dollar ransom. Once Maureen's husband is found underwater tied to an anchor, Dixie begins to have suspicions about Maureen's high-school sweetheart. Long after he's been dumped for her wealthy husband, his heart still belongs to Maureen. Will Dixie's love interest, sexy cop Lt. Guidry, save her from the dangerous doings that beckon?Another enjoyably breezy tale featuring multidimensional Dixie and her cadre of friends, human and animal.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312369583
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 12/28/2010
  • Series: Dixie Hemingway Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 208,146
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 0.90 (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 Cat Sitter Among the Pigeons. 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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Every now and then you meet somebody you like on sight, even when everything about them says they’re bad news. Jaz was like that. The first time I saw the girl, she was sobbing hysterically and rushing across Dr. Layton’s parking lot with a towel-wrapped bundle in her arms. A large man trailed behind her with reluctance making heavy weights on his feet.

She looked about twelve or thirteen, with beginner breasts making plum-sized bulges under a stretchy tube top, and the thin, coltish awkwardness of adolescence. She had cocoa-colored skin and a long mop of tangled black curls. Her cutoffs were frayed and had the mulled look that clothes get when they’ve been slept in.

The man was around fifty, with pale jowls beginning to sag, and graying hair that looked more mowed than barbered. He wore a navy blue suit and a paler blue tie, both too unwrinkled to be anything except polyester. With his pulled-back shoulders and drip-dry shirt taut across his chest, he looked like a junior high school principal who had learned too late that he hated kids.

I’m Dixie Hemingway, no relation to you-know-who. I’m a pet sitter on Siesta Key, an eight-mile barrier island off Sarasota, Florida. I used to be a deputy with the Sarasota County Sheriff’s Department, but something happened almost four years ago that caused me to go howling mad-dog crazy for a little while, so I left with the department’s blessing. I’m still a little bit tilted, I guess, but not more than the average person. Like they say, a person who’s totally sane is just somebody you don’t know very well.

Now that I’m more or less normal, I have a pet-sitting business that I enjoy, and I end every day feeling like I matter to the world. I mostly take care of cats, with a few dogs and an occasional rabbit or hamster or bird. No snakes. I refer snakes to other sitters. Not that I’m snake-phobic. Not much, anyway. It just gives me the shivers to drop little living critters into open snake mouths.

I had come to the vet’s that morning to pick up Big Bubba, a Congo African Grey parrot who had seemed under the weather when I’d called on him the day before. When a bird sneezes and looks lethargic on his perch, I don’t take any chances. As it turned out, Big Bubba had merely been having a bad day. Dr. Layton had called the night before to tell me I could pick him up that morning, so I was there to take him home.

The crying girl and the man went in ahead of me. When I got to the reception desk, one of Dr. Layton’s assistants was taking the bundle from the girl, and the receptionist was making sympathetic sounds and patting the girl on the shoulder. She was crying so hard that her words came out slurred and broken.

The only thing I could clearly understand was, "He hit him!"

The receptionist and assistant looked up sharply at the man, who heaved a great sigh.

"It’s a wild rabbit," he said. "It ran in front of my car. It was an accident."

The girl turned and screamed at him. "But it matters! It may just be a rabbit, but it matters!"

Now that I could see her face, she was older in the eyes than I’d expected, and they a surprisingly pale aqua-marine. With her tawny skin and wild black curls, the improbable eyes testified to ancestors from all over the world, a coming together of genes that can either be a societal blessing or curse. From the set to her jaw that was both defiant and desperate, I guessed in her case it had not been a blessing.

Everything about her said, I’m young, I’m pissed, and I’m miserable.

The man said, "Okay, okay, okay," and looked around with jittery uneasiness.

Dr. Layton bustled out from the backstage labyrinth of examining rooms and boarding areas. A comfortably plump African-American woman roughly my age, which is thirty-three, Dr. Layton has the ability to soothe and command at the same time. With a quick glance at the injured rabbit lying suspiciously limp in its towel covering, she turned briskly to the man.

"It ran in front of your car?"

"It was an accident. I wasn’t going more than ten miles an hour. It wasn’t like I was speeding."

The girl seemed close to a complete meltdown. She buried her face in her hands, her whole body quivering with the intensity of her sobbing. The receptionist and the vet’s assistant looked like they might cry at any minute, just in sympathy, and people and animals in the waiting area stretched their necks to look at her.

Dr. Layton said, "What’s your name, dear?"

She said, "Jaz." At the same time, the man said, "Rosemary."

The girl shot him a hostile glare, and Dr. Layton studied him.

She said, "Are you this girl’s father?"

Too firmly, he said, "Stepfather."

Dr. Layton put a calm hand on the girl’s shoulder. "Jaz, go sit down while I check the bunny. I’ll let you know if I can do anything for it."

To me, she said, "Dixie, do you mind waiting a few minutes? I want to have a word with you."

I nodded mutely and followed the man and girl to the waiting area. His hammy hand was wrapped around her upper arm in a tight vise, while she continued to heave with sobs. When she felt the edge of the chair against her legs, she shrank into it and drew her knees up to her face, sobbing as if she had lost her closest friend.

I took a seat across from her. Around the room, a handful of people and their pets were looking at her with sympathetic eyes. Two seats away from her, Hetty Soames was there with a new puppy. She gave me a quick smile and discreet wave, the way people do when they see somebody they know at a funeral, and then turned her attention back to the crying girl.

If Hetty weren’t so busy raising future service dogs, she could be an Eileen Fisher model. An ageless take-charge woman, she has sleek silver hair and looks elegant in loose linen pants and tunics that would look like pajamas on any other woman. The new pup with her was the latest in a series of pups she raises for Southeastern Guide Dogs. Raising future service dogs isn’t like raising other puppies. They need the same love and attention, but they have to be socialized differently. Those little guys will one day need to focus solely on doing their job and not get sidetracked by things other dogs might explore out of curiosity. Raising them takes thousands of hours of patient work, not to mention a heart big enough to pour out lots of love on a puppy and then hand it over to somebody else. Hetty has been doing it for years, and the only way you can tell she’s sad when a young dog leaves is that the spark in her eyes dims for a few weeks, only to come back when a new pup comes to live with her.

The girl’s distress obviously bothered Hetty. It bothered her new pup too. A three-month-old golden Lab-shepherd mix, his little ears were up and he was watching the girl with concentrated attention. We all were.

Jaz was like the mutt you see at a shelter, the one that reason tells you is not a good choice to take home, but the one that tugs at your heart. Huddled as she was in the chair, we could see that the golden sparkles had mostly worn away from her green rubber flip-flops. Her toenails were painted black, and several of her toes wore gold or silver rings. Her ankles were amateurishly tattooed with flower bracelets, but a well-done black tattoo in the shape of a dagger ran several inches up the outside of her right ankle.

If I’d got a tattoo when I was her age, my grandmother would have sanded it off with a Brillo pad.

The man kept making uneasy shushing sounds, as if the girl’s despair embarrassed him. Teenage angst affects people the same way that a pet peeing on the furniture does—it brings out basic traits of either patience or meanness.

Hetty’s pup must have decided that since no human was going to do anything constructive, it was up to him. He darted away from Hetty’s feet, reared on his hind legs, and pawed at one of the girl’s toes. She took her hands away from her face, looked down at him, and laughed. Her laughter was a rusty, croaking sound, as if it had been jerked from her throat.

Hetty leaned forward in an anxious moment of hesitation, but the girl bent down and scooped the pup into her arms. With no hesitation whatsoever, he proceeded to lick the tears from her cheeks and to wriggle as close to her as he could get. She giggled, and everybody watching gave a collective out-breath of relief at hearing that normal adolescent sound. Jaz wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t laugh, then, not so damaged that she couldn’t respond to love. I think we had all been unconsciously afraid she might have been.

Hetty said, "Looks like you’ve found a new friend. His name is Ben."

As if to make sure Jaz understood, Ben gave the tip of her nose a wet kiss, which made her giggle again.

Dr. Layton came from the treatment rooms and walked to stand in front of the girl. "I’m sorry, Jaz. There was nothing we could do for the rabbit. I think he died instantly. I don’t believe he suffered."

That’s what they always tell you. That’s what they told me when Todd and Christy were killed. I never knew whether I could believe them, and I could tell the girl wasn’t sure she could believe Dr. Layton, either.

She pulled Ben closer, took a deep shuddering breath, and nodded. "Okay."

The man came abruptly to his feet, digging in his hip pocket for a wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

Dr. Layton said, "There’s no charge."

As she turned to walk away, a loud male voice yelled from the vet’s inner sanctum.

"Get that man!"

The man swiveled toward the sound with his right hand diving under his suit jacket toward his left armpit.

Instinctively, all my former law enforcement training made me leap to my feet with my arm stiffened and my palm out like a traffic cop. "Hey, whoa! No need for that!"

In the voice of one who hopes to defuse a tense situation, Dr. Layton said, "That was a bird. An African Grey."

As if on cue, Dr. Layton’s assistant came out with Big Bubba inside one of my travel cages. Big Bubba hated little cages, which is probably why he swiveled his head toward me and hollered again, "Get that man!"

With an embarrassed twitch of his hand to the girl, the man said, "Come on, Rosemary."

Jaz and Ben exchanged a long sad look, which may have been the final impetus that caused Hetty to do something that made my mouth drop.

Getting to her feet and taking Ben from Jaz, she said, "I need somebody to help me with this puppy. Just a few hours a week. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s easy work and I think you’d like it."

That was probably the biggest lie Hetty Soames had ever told. Not the part about the work being easy, but the part about needing help taking care of Ben. She had simply taken a shine to the girl, knew she was in some sort of situation that wasn’t good, and wanted to give her a helping hand.

Jaz and the man spoke over each other again. He said, "She can’t do that."

She said, "Yeah, I can do that."

I tried not to grin. Anybody who knows Hetty knows she usually gets what she sets her mind on. I figured she would have the girl at her house within the hour, maybe sooner. Dr. Layton seemed to think so too. With a happier look on her face than she’d had before, she motioned me to the reception counter where Big Bubba waited in the travel cage.

At the counter, I looked over my shoulder at Jaz and her stepfather. He had jammed both hands in his trouser pockets and was gazing at the ceiling with the look of a man at the end of his rope. Jaz had moved to squat beside Ben and pet him while she talked to Hetty.

Dr. Layton said, "There was a touch of eosinophilia in Big Bubba’s tracheal wash, but I suspect he’s reacting to the red tide like everybody else. Keep him indoors until it’s over. If it gets worse, I can give him some antihistamines, but I’d rather treat it by removing the allergen."

I wasn’t surprised. A bloom of microscopic algae, red tide’s technical name is Karenia brevis, but by any name it’s nasty stuff that causes respiratory irritations and watery eyes for people and pets. We get the bloom almost every September when Gulf breezes begin coming from the west, but this year it had started a month early. I promised Dr. Layton I would keep Big Bubba indoors for the duration of the bloom and carried him out the door.

I don’t imagine Hetty or Jaz or the man noticed me leave. They were all too caught up in their own intentions.

Afterward, I would look back on that brief encounter in Dr. Layton’s waiting room and wonder if there was any way I could have prevented all the coming danger. At the time, all I knew was that a girl who called herself Jaz but was really named Rosemary was desperately unhappy, that her stepfather’s nerves were shot, and that he wore an underarm holster.

Excerpted from Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs by Blaize Clement.

Copyright © 2009 by Blaize Clement.

Published in January 2010 by Minotaur Books.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted November 9, 2012

    Love these books.

    If you like animals and mysteries you will too.

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  • Posted June 16, 2012

    Highly Recommend

    Live in Sarasota so it's great to read about an island we are very familiar with even thought such things rarely happend there. And love pets so that's a bonus, fun, fun, fun, to read.

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    Ok this is the best book on the nook!!

    It is all about a 12 year old girl, and she is helpless over a bunny rabbit.

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  • Posted December 26, 2010

    This is definitely a good read

    Don't normally read series but this is an exception for me - this is a great series - I bought all off them together to get the discount and I'm midway through now - every character is so genuine and interesting, I love everything about these books! I just have one question: where's the movie????

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  • Posted December 6, 2010

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    The fifth Dixie Hemingway pet sitter mystery is a wonderful tale

    In Siesta Key, Florida, former police officer turned pet sitter Dixie Hemingway goes to the vet to pick up Big Bubba, a fan of TV police dramas who shouts at the screen. While in the reception area Dixie meets hysterical teenager Jaz who brought in an injured wild rabbit. A man with her claiming to be her stepfather says he accidently hit the rabbit with his car.

    Dixie's gut screams at her that something is not right with this pair. Soon afterward three punks assault Dixie demandong she tells them where Jaz is. Dixie consults with her boyfriend homicide detective Jean-Pierre Guidry, who says the trio is the prime suspects in the murder of an elderly man. The pair now fears for Jaz's life and begin a search for the girl before the street thugs find her.

    The fifth Dixie Hemingway pet sitter mystery (see Even Cat Sitters Gets the Blues and Cat Sitter on a Hot Tin Roof) is a wonderful tale as Dixie knows Jaz is not her responsibility but once a cop always a cop. The story line engages the audience from the moment Big Bubba the African parrot gives Dixie and others a mouth full. Combining humor with a serious missing person's search, Blaize Clement provides a strong tale.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2010

    Highly Recommended - you must check it out!!

    Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs is not to judge about its cover. This exhilarating book really fed my needs. I could never let go of the tensing moments that the author created. Its like the characters are alive, you can hear them breathing and doing out of the ordinary things. The twists and turns the book makes are the last ones that you would have ever thought would happen. And at the last moment, in one sentence that feels like a million years to read, every things ok again. And your life feels like it was on pause, like the book stopped the whole world and everything was all about Raining Cat Sitters and Dogs.

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  • Posted February 20, 2010

    Dixie never fails to Thrill

    Twists, turns, new stuff and reliable characters-settings make for a wonderful read. Very end wrap-up chapter not up to snuff and for goodness sakes let this woman have a real physical romance already, Blaize! Getting annoying with the "almost" "not quite" nonsense. Book worth waiting for, plot well developed, relationships (except for those romantic almosts) and interpersonal betrayals/loyalties excellent. Paco sort of unbelievable in this role, be careful...bordering on cliche. And that immediate adoption is totally unrealistic and unbelievable... Still worth the time to read and enjoy, I just hold author to higher standard.

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