Chapter Thirty. Lisa May Black.
“Meow” I hear as my fingers move across my computer keyboard, and I just know my kitten is about to attempt to help me with my work. Sure enough, she dives onto the machine her paws hitting a line of sevens, then G’s before she lays down on it, and every letter and number is pressed as she wiggles her gorgeous fluffy body, making me giggle.
“Alright, I get the hint, you want me to play with you,” I grin down at her, my hand moving down her soft fur, as her loud purr fills the air between us.
To be honest I could do with a work break. Since Friday night, or should I say early hours Saturday morning, I have been all sixes and sevens.
Witnessing Diana being mugged was horrible, but seeing her, the victim, was even worse. That damned officer would not lis
