To Die Fur (A Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Mystery)
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Deirdre "Foxtrot" Lancaster is back. With trusted companions Whiskey and Tango, she's on the prowl for a brand-new predator...
Deirdre has her hands full, as usual. Working as a Jill-of-all-trades for a zany billionaire like Zelda Zoransky means the daily grind is closer to a juggling act, and this week is no exception-especially when her side job is directing spiritual traffic in Zelda's pet cemetery. With ZZ hosting a party for some of the world's wealthiest animal collectors and a rare albino liger named Augustus in residence at the private zoo, Foxtrot is ready for trouble to take a big bite out of her schedule...
TO DIE FUR
She doesn't have to wait long. The half-ton big cat is dead, and there's a houseful of colorful suspects, each one wackier than the next. But if they were all bidding to buy him, who would want Augustus dead? With the help of Tango's feline telepathy and Whiskey the canine shapeshifter, Foxtrot learns that there's much more to Augustus than meets the eye. Now they just have to sniff out a killer before any more fur flies...
"A delightful, funny [series] filled with eccentric and colorful characters, be they humans, animals or spirits. Dixie Lyle will entertain the reader page after page!"-Leann Sweeney, New York Times bestselling author of the Cats in Trouble mysteries
Antifreeze poisoning acts a lot faster than that.” She was quiet for a second, then reached the same conclusion I had. “So it happened here. Which means it was deliberate.” “We don’t know that for sure. But it’s starting to look that way, yes.” “For God’s sake, why? Why would anyone do this?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I do know that Shondra’s had this place locked down ever since she arrived last night. No one could have gotten past the perimeter cameras without her knowledge. Which.
Honestly—you might not want to watch.” She pulled a pair of wire cutters out of her back pocket and approached the fence. “You’re going to do a necropsy here?” “In the examination room of the clinic building. I’ll let you know what I find in a few hours.” She started to methodically snip apart the links in the fence. “All right.” I opened my mouth, then shut it again and shook my head. “I don’t know what to say.” Caroline paused. “When the Grim Reaper comes to call, words fail—they’re just.
Sparse. Besides ZZ and myself, only Luis Navarro and Zhen Yao showed up; Zhen picked at a salad for a few minutes, then abruptly stood up and left, shooting a hostile glance at Navarro on her way out. Navarro smiled back at her pleasantly. “I’m surprised nobody else is here,” Navarro said. “Maybe they’re waiting for the buffet spread at the wake.” “That’s in poor taste,” ZZ said evenly. “Even for you.” “My apologies. I find levity a healthy antidote for grief.” “I wasn’t aware you were.
Labeled DISAPPOINTED, with files like apprehensive.ben and crazywomanmuch.yep. “I’m just being realistic,” I said. “We need to be prepared for a worst-case scenario.” “Well then, I guess I’m just naive. Because what I had in mind—what I was thought we were both working for—was the best-case scenario. You know, the one where Augustus gets to go to wherever he’s going to be happiest.” “That is what I’m working for. What we’re both working for.” “Oh? And who gets to decide what’s best for him?.
Linguistic difficulties. But first, I had to find him. The fastest way was probably just to go to the graveyard and ask Eli, who usually knew where most of the place’s deadizens were. But as I was on my way to do just that, I caught a glimmer of ghostly blue-green through the trees down by the stables, and went there instead. I found Ambrose gliding through the central aisle of the stables, past whickering horses that either didn’t see him or weren’t bothered by his presence. I was a little.