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“Making sure I get to stay with my new cat,” Mrs. Dowdey said, hefting the poker. “Mrs. Purrley got sick, and everything that so-called doctor recommended just made her sicker—and cost more money. Intravenous this, surgical that, and in the end I was giving daily doses of something to keep her going from a syringe. And finally, when my poor cat just couldn’t keep going anymore, he suggested that she be put to sleep. Of course, he charged for that, too.”

“I’m sorry.” Sunny maneuvered to keep the chair between her and this crazy lady.

“And then, when Mrs. Purrley was gone, he gave me a movie disc that was supposed to make me feel better.” Mrs. Dowdey’s cat face wasn’t quivering; it was twitching. “It didn’t. And then he had the nerve to charge me for it! That was when I decided it was time to give Dr. Rigsdale some of his own medicine.”

Okay, that’s enough, Sunny decided. You’re younger and faster than this old woman. Just dodge around her, get out the door . . .

Before Sunny could try, Mrs. Dowdey launched a wild swing that struck the chair Sunny was sheltering behind. It toppled over.

Don’t know that I’m stronger. Sunny backpedaled, darting behind an occasional table. Mrs. Dowdey shattered the thing, knickknacks and all. “It was easy enough. Joe Allerton had mentioned that silly secret door. Dr. Rigsdale was at his desk, with his back to me. The first thing he said was, ‘Did you bring the money?’” She laughed, an ugly, rasping sound. “It was the last thing he said, too.”

She waved the poker. “I came prepared, you see, and I was lucky, too. It was easy enough use his chair to roll him into the examination room after I hit him. Getting him onto the table was a little more work, but I managed in the end. Then it was just a question of finding the right drug among his supplies. He’d already taught me how to do the injections for Mrs. Purrley.”

Her face crumpled a little at the memory of her cat but then brightened as she returned to her story. “I found a vein and emptied the hypodermic into it. His arm jerked, breaking off the tip, but he was well on his way by then. It’s remarkable, really, how easy it is to kill someone when you put your mind to it.”

Or when you lose your mind, Sunny thought. Got to get to the door. Can’t turn my back on her. She faked left, dodged right, and took cover for a moment behind another table. Her pursuer destroyed that one, too.

An irrelevant thought popped into Sunny’s head. This is going to cost a fortune to redecorate. After they clean up all the blood.

She tried to grab the poker from Carolyn’s grasp and nearly got her wrist broken for her trouble. Shaking her hand, Sunny ducked behind another chair. She was running out of furniture. This time when Mrs. Dowdey came at her, Sunny shoved the chair so it fell onto the woman. Carolyn stumbled back, and Sunny ran for the door. She got as far as the fireplace before a reflection in the glass door gave her a second’s warning.

Sunny ducked and rolled as that damned poker swooped through the spot where her head had been a moment before. She scrabbled back on her hands, knees, and butt. Carolyn Dowdey came straight at her, the poker raised in both hands to bring it down in a death stroke.

She paused for a second as a weird noise came from above—a keening, guttural, coughing and sneezing noise.

And then one of the ceiling panels gave way, and a furious, dusty cat came flying down.

Carolyn had twisted round to see what was going on. Shadow landed against her shoulder. He bounced one way, she went the other, crashing into the oversized recliner. It rocked back and flew open as Carolyn landed face-first against the back.

The woman recovered quickly, swarming over the arm of the chair as Sunny regained her feet.

“Enough!” Carolyn shouted, coming at Sunny again.

Then she let out a scream and lurched back. Shadow circled her legs, darting in to claw again. Carolyn swung low with the poker as Shadow danced away.

She’s right, Sunny decided. This is enough! She leaped onto Carolyn before the woman could swing at Shadow again. They rolled around in a confused and nasty struggle, Sunny choking and half-blinded by the stink of rancid perfume. And then Carolyn was over her again, teeth bared, her cat face murderous.

Is this the last thing a mouse sees? Sunny found herself wondering.

Then Shadow came whirling up, going for Carolyn’s face. She reared back, Sunny bucked, the woman flopped on the floor . . .

And a foot came down on the poker.

Will weaved a little, but he had his gun out and pointed at Carolyn Dowdey.