Cravings (Fierce Hearts) (25 page)

A feral, Madeline would never let Michelle touch her, much less pick her up and put her in a cat carrier. No, get close to her and she would just as soon tear off Michelle’s face. So phase two involved a humane trap. Personally, she hated the trap for the feelings of terror it evoked in cats, but in her heart she knew it was necessary if she were to have any chance of capturing them and getting them spayed or neutered and possibly homed. Madeline was just one feral cat among a sea of homeless cats, but each cat, including Madeline, would have care and support and a home, if Michelle had her way.

After she moved into her new home on the outskirts of Laurelwood, the odds of capturing Madeline would be slim because she would no longer have access to Madeline’s territory.

Madeline clearly noticed the trap, but the diced chicken used as bait was too tempting for her to ignore. Michelle held her breath, her legs cramping, as the cat approached the wire cage.

Good girl. A few more steps. It’s okay, little girl.

The cat’s steps into the cage were cautious, but there was that delicious meat at the back of the cage. Michelle’s body tensed. This was the moment she’d been leading up to. This was her last morning in her apartment, so likely her last chance to help this cat. Her nerves screamed,
Do it!

A snap sounded in the dawn air, startling the cat, and instantly the wire mesh door dropped down. Michelle remained quiet, letting the cat do her feline freak out. She felt for her. What a terrible feeling to suddenly be trapped. Michelle couldn’t help the reaction that stirred inside her, watching Madeline hiss and yowl. Futilely. It triggered such strong, visceral memories, she had to swallow down the need to vomit. She was feeling it again—the helplessness, the terror that the man who’d attacked her in her freshman year at college had left her with.

Determined to stay on task, she rolled her shoulders, hoping the knot in her stomach, the one she’d been carrying around since that awful night five years ago when she was … she trembled at the word … raped, would settle down. Three deep breaths in and out and she unfurled her body from her perch on the porch and approached the carrier, speaking the words from her heart.

“It’s okay, kitty. I mean you no harm.”

The cat responded with a low growl, but she stopped thrashing.

Michelle stretched tall to ease the kinks in her muscles. Mid-stretch, a glimpse of something slipping along the hedge that bordered her yard made her pause. An eerie feeling slivered down her spine as she strained to catch a better look.
Nothing. Is this vigilance ever going to stop?

Since that horrible night five years ago, she never felt safe, always prepared for the slightest hint of something unexpected to ruin her life once again. A roll of her shoulders dismissed her fears and put her mind back on Madeline. Michelle left her sitting in the trap on the back porch and went inside to dress.

She heard her roommate, Lara Monroe, rustle in the bedroom across the hall. Quietly, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. She looked around the sparse room for her tennis shoes. All her things but a few clothes and her bed had already been moved to her new home. Even her four cats were gone, visiting with her parents across town.

Michelle was so excited to officially move to her new home later today. The house and property were perfect, and it had a special connection to her past—it was the first house her parents had bought together. Now it was the first home she owned as well. Even though it was located in an area that was now zoned for industry—the zone-change slipped in just as she was closing on the house—the lot was large and gave her the seclusion she desired.

“Did you get her?” Her roommate’s voice sounded sleep-gravelly.

Michelle’s tension slipped away and her heart warmed, knowing her roommate cared as much as she did about the furry little souls who had no homes. Of course she did. Lara was a veterinarian. “Yes. I’m taking her to the vet as soon as the office opens.”

“Seven?” Lara yawned. “Need help?”

“No, but remember there will be people here today to move the rest of my stuff.”

A low groan came from across the hall, as Michelle walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee to take with her.

The trip to one of the vets who provided services at little or no cost for her cat rescue was peppered with Madeline’s pleas for release. The pitiful meows plucked at Michelle’s heart. “I know, you don’t like being in the cage. But everything is going to be just fine.”

The cat answered with a snarl.

“That’s okay. I won’t take it personally.”

She stepped inside the vet’s office and smiled at the receptionist. The waiting room was quiet at this hour, but that wouldn’t last long. Surgeries started the day for the veterinarian, but soon enough pets and their owners would start filling the waiting room.

“Hi, Michelle. I’ll take the cat right back. Dr. Baker will do the usual exam and blood test. Assuming everything is all right, he’ll do the spaying and the cat will be ready by about four this afternoon, but I’ll text you when we have test results.” The young vet assistant grabbed the handle of the trap and disappeared into another room.

Michelle turned to the receptionist. “Put this on my bill, Molly?”

“Sure. These cats are lucky you care, Michelle.”

“The stream of needy cats never stops. I wish for something better for them, but at least we can improve their lives by removing the possibility of endless litters.”

Molly nodded. “Right. And fewer fights among other cats. It’s amazing what eliminating the mating drive does for the overall health of the cat.”

Michelle checked the clock on the wall. Just enough time to make a quick trip back to her apartment to change and grab the mail, then get to the office. The private investigator sisters she worked for, Sterling and Lacey Aegar, gave her a wide zone of tolerance, but she didn’t want to take advantage of their kindness. Still, arriving late was sometimes unavoidable, thanks to Cats Alive. Though it was difficult to handle the office management work for Aegar Investigations and run her not-for-profit cat rescue, she was used to a beyond-full load—she’d gotten her bachelor’s degree in three years and her MBA in two—and at twenty-three years old, both endeavors meant a lot to her. She’d worked for the sisters while going to college and they were like family. The work for them paid her bills, and her cat rescue sat firmly in the center of her heart.

She made one stop at their favorite coffee shop, then breezed into the office just thirty minutes late. “Hey, it’s just me. I bring one black coffee, dark roast, and one skinny vanilla latte.” No reply from the sisters’ private office made her pause. The door stood open, so she poked her head in and saw that both were on the phone. They each waved a hand and smiled, beckoning for the coffee.

At her desk, Michelle sipped her black coffee, vente, sorted the office mail, checked her email inbox for both the rescue and Aegar Investigations, and answered the most pressing correspondence first.

She paused mid-sentence in an email, focusing on a glimpse in her mind. A cloudy image of a cat walking into a trap, the door snapping down, and hands reaching to pick up the cage and carry it away. Strong foreboding gripped her heart and she tried to follow the image of the cage, focusing hard. But the premonition ended just as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving her troubled.

Premonitions, vague but noticeable thoughts and blurry images of possibilities to come, were a common occurrence for her. She’d had them for as long as she could remember, but as a child they’d scared her. They’d invaded her dreams, turning them into nightmares. She’d been advised they meant nothing and she should ignore them. Her parents hadn’t known any better. It worked for a long while, until as an adult, she’d opened to them again. It hadn’t felt right to repress them. She’d also learned she was a member of the twenty percent of the population that carries a trait of hypersensitivity—an ability to sense others’ feelings and pick up emotions from objects. Her perceptions outweighed her premonitions, but the premonitions teamed with the perceptions to enhance her awareness of life around her. It could be difficult to tease apart her own feelings from what she picked up from others and from premonitions, but she was working on it.

She filed the disturbing premonition of the cat in a corner of her mind. Nothing dire seemed to pop up regarding Madeline, but still, she couldn’t help but check her cell phone for a text from the vet, just as Sterling and Lacey walked out to her desk.

“Expecting some news?” Lacey sipped her latte, then arched an eyebrow at Michelle. “Thanks for the coffee. Did you get Madeline yet?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. This morning. She’s at the vet now.” It didn’t surprise her that the sisters knew her routine of capture, spay or neuter, and release. Though they differed in appearance and personality—Lacey, the oldest, had long, curly, copper hair and a soft center, while Sterling, a former cop, had straight, shoulder-length, mahogany hair and an edge to her—they both had hearts of gold.

Michelle admired them. They’d been through so many hard things—the Aegar Curse, they called it. First it was the loss of their father, and their mother’s resulting breakdown, leaving the sisters to essentially fend for themselves at a young age. Then it was the loss of Lacey’s husband Nicholas—who had been murdered by the same crime family as their father—and his return as an embodied spirit. Though Nicholas’s return had forced Lacey to move on from his death, it had also given them all a special gift of opening up the world in unexpected ways, including the experience of endless love.

The Aegar Curse didn’t really exist, of course, but the family blamed the curse to relieve the immense pain of their senseless reality. And each time they came out the other end stronger.

Lacey was happily re-married to Jackson now—four months ago they’d married at the Justice of the Peace—and Sterling was still going strong with her husband Ben.

Sterling reached across the desk and put a hand on Michelle’s shoulder. “No news is good news, right?”

“Maybe.” Anxiety swirled in Michelle’s gut, even though she had a feeling Madeline was okay. She played the anxiety in her mind for more information, but it wouldn’t pin down. “If there’s bad news, I want to get it over with.” If tests revealed Madeline had feline leukemia, feline distemper, or feline immunodeficiency virus, she would have to be euthanized.

“I understand,” Lacey said while Sterling nodded in agreement, her coffee in hand.

“I’m glad you do. In my three years of working with homeless cats, too many have had unhappy endings.” She chuckled, her nerves getting the best of her. “You’d think I would be able to take the deaths in stride by now, but I don’t. It doesn’t have to be like that.”

“Right. If people would care enough to spay and neuter their cats and keep them inside, the incidence of fatal diseases would decrease. If only communities would care enough to take humane action to ensure the safety and wellbeing of its homeless cats.” Lacey’s words carried anger and sorrow at the same time.

“You’re an angel, Michelle. You make a difference, and I for one am grateful for your efforts.” Sterling slanted her head and smiled at her. “Making a difference in the lives of cats is your passion. And passion gets things done.”

“Thanks. You guys are the best.” Michelle took another look at her cell phone, then turned her attention to her own mail. Bills, bills, junk mail… She stopped breathing. “What’s this?” Her cry stopped the sisters just inside their office doorway.

“What?” they chimed in together.

“Did you hear from the vet?” Lacey knitted her brow and waited.

Michelle tore into the envelope with a return address belonging to a lawyer. She didn’t have anything lawyer-worthy going on, but it scared her anyway. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest. She stared at the text, disbelieving.

“Michelle, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Sterling planted her hands on her hips and waited.

Her heart racing, Michelle scanned the letter. “There must be some mistake.” She lifted her gaze to meet Sterling’s and Lacey’s. “It says an undisclosed party is interested in purchasing my property. It says another title search revealed a problem with my deed and therefore my property is not secured as believed.”

“That’s nonsense. Let me see that.” Sterling grabbed the letter, her eyes moving quickly over the text. “This may be a scam of some sort. You need to call your bank.” She passed the letter to Lacey.

Michelle’s gut went cold watching Lacey chew at her lower lip. While premonitions and perceptions were useful, they also could be unnerving. As she drew tight focus, she closed her eyes and her sense of it clarified. The anxiety gripping her wasn’t so much about Madeline as this letter. Something was wrong with her property purchase, she could feel it.

“The bank wouldn’t have given you the mortgage if the property wasn’t free and clear, sweetie. Don’t worry. It will get worked out.” Lacey laid the letter on Michelle’s desk.

Michelle rolled her eyes, sinking a bit into her chair. “I’m nearly all moved in. I love it there. I’ve always loved it.”

Lacey nodded her head. “I know.”

Despite their attempts at dismissing the letter, Michelle could see it in their faces. They were worried, too. She frowned. “You don’t suppose the Aegar Curse applies to me, too, do you? We are like family.”

“I swear, if that’s true, we need to finally call in the help of a voodoo guy, or a shaman.” Sterling put on a good face for her, and the mood in the room did lift a little at her suggestion.

Michelle breathed in and out, slowly. “I like the idea. Do you suppose voodoo guys are listed in the phone book or on the Internet?”

The phone rang and Michelle let out a squeal at the same time that Lacey jumped.

“Girls, if that’s a voodoo doctor I’m going to faint right here.” Michelle knew Sterling was only making fun of the dark mood. Sterling would never faint.

Michelle answered the phone and smiled, the result of the sound of Casey Mitchell’s lively voice on the other end. Working for serious and focused Jackson Carter, Lacey’s husband and the owner of another detective agency in Laurelwood, hadn’t diminished Casey’s propensity to see life through an upbeat lens. Sometimes he was a problem child for Jackson because of his tendency to see humor and craziness in most things, but she enjoyed his easy temperament. It was a pleasure tinged with sorrow, because she sensed he held himself apart from others.