With a hiss, a mahogany-colored cat shot out from beneath the clothes, darting at once to hide in the corner. “There she is,” Nathanial said calmly. Spade stood in the security line at the airport in Vienna, gripping a pet carrier in one hand and Nathanial’s shoulder in the other. Crispin and Cat were right behind Nathanial. Cat looked normal, but Spade knew it was taking all her concentration to function this early into the morning.
7/31/22 I thought I didn’t remember this book but this felt familiar?
