“Curiosity killed the cat,” Blaze said as he crossed his arms, still staring where the cops had turned onto Morgaine’s street. With a mischievous grin, he raised one eyebrow. “Good thing we’re not cats, right?” I shrugged. “I’m very anti-hairball.” “Ditto. So messy. Nothing against cats personally.” “Obviously.” “Wonderful creatures.” “The best.” “Except Bags. Not him.” “He’s just misunderstood,” I said, a touch of defensiveness in my tone I didn’t quite understand. The cat and I were not friends. “Aren’t we all?”
