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“Do you like cats?” Dieber asked the girl, who nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed.

“I love cats!” she squeaked. All that screaming had clearly affected her vocal cords.

“Here you go,” said the singer, and handed her Diego. “Take good care of him.”

“Oh, I will, Charlie!” she squealed, eagerly grabbing the cat. “I’ll love him and cherish him and keep him forever! I’ll feed him the best food and give him cuddles and huggies all day long!”

Odelia studied the girl for a moment.“Do you really like cats?”

“Oh, do I? I love cats! We’ve got twelve of them at the mansion.”

“The mansion?”

“My father is the owner of Feline’s Gold. My family lives in Southampton.”

“Feline’s Gold? The cat food company? The one that produces Cat Snax?”

She nodded enthusiastically.“I love cats. Almost as much as I love Charlie.”

Diego gave Odelia a wink and a grin.“Sorry to leave you, babe, but looks like I just found myself a better deal.”

“Now wait a minute,” Chase said, stepping forward.

“It’s all right, Chase,” said Odelia, placing a hand on his arm.

He frowned.“But that’s Diego.”

“I’m sure he’ll be very happy with this girl,” she said. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Kitty Nala.”

“I’m sure Diego will be very happy with Kitty Nala.”

Diego was still grinning.“Keep that hairy ape away from me, Odelia. I just hit the jackpot! Woo-hoo!”

Odelia leaned in, and whispered into his ear,“See you around, Diego.”

“Fat chance,” he replied. “I’m heading for cat paradise, babes! Adios!”

She stepped back, also smiling, and waved as Kitty Nala left the dressing room with Diego clutched in her arms. Some problems have a way of taking care of themselves, she thought. And this was one problem she was glad she didn’t have to solve.

Dieber’s assistant walked up again and delivered a second box to the singer.

“I want to give you a small token of my appreciation,” he said, fixing Odelia with a sultry stare. “Turns out you saved the day. And even though they weren’t trying to kill me—which came as a great surprise, and a slight disappointment—I still want to thank you.”

“That’s all right,” she said. “Just doing my duty.”

Chase leaned in, and whispered,“You even sound like a cop.”

“Here,” said Charlie, handing her the big box. “From me to you, babe.”

She opened the box and to her surprise found Harriet staring up at her piteously.

The Persian gave a pleading little mewl, then said,“Please take me home, Odelia.”

Odelia placed the box on the floor and pressed her lips together, fury lancing through her.“Charlie Dieber! You can’t gift me a cat that you stole from me in the first place!”

“Oh, dear,” said the pop star, closing his eyes. “Here we go again.”

“This is Harriet! This is my cat!”

“How am I supposed to know who belongs to who?” the star asked with a shrug.

“You’re the worst cat person I’ve ever met in my entire life!” she screamed, her cheeks reddening and her fists clenching and unclenching. “And you’re a lousy singer!”

“Hey, now don’t you go and get personal,” he said, darting worried glances at her fists. He then directed a beseeching look at Chase, hoping the large cop would intervene, just like he had the last time Odelia had flown off the handle. But Chase merely smiled and folded his arms across his chest, clearly prepared to sit this one out.

“If you steal one more cat!” she shouted, wagging a finger in the kid’s face. “One more cat, I swear to God!”

“Okay, all right! Jeezus. What’s with you and cats? They’re just a bunch of stupid animals.”

She hauled off and slapped the singer so hard across the cheek the sound echoed around the dressing room. Charlie’s personal assistant was there, Roulston was there, and so were Regan and the rest of the security guards. None of them interfered when Odelia gave the spoiled brat a slap across the face that he would remember for a long time to come.

“She hit me!” he cried, touching his cheek. “Do something! Arrest her! Shehit me!”

But instead of arresting her, they all smiled and then walked out. On his way out, Roulston leaned into Odelia and murmured,“Been wanting to do that for avery long time.”

Odelia picked up her cat and, after firing off a look that could kill and making the singer wilt, she walked out. To her great satisfaction the imprint of her hand was nicely outlined on Charlie’s face. A small gift from her to him. A token of her lack of appreciation.

Epilogue

After the crazy week we’d had, it was great to see things finally return to normal. To celebrate the conclusion of the Charlie Dieber case—although in actual fact it had turned out to be the Regan Lightbody case, and Charlie Dieber didn’t feature into the affair at all, much to the singer’s dismay—Tex decided to organize one of his fabled barbecues, and so the whole family gathered in Tex and Marge’s backyard that night, to enjoy a nice dinner.