Meet the Star of ‘Double Mint’
In the fourth installment of the Davis Way Crime Caper Series, Double Mint, our heroine Davis finds herself in possession of a kitty cat, and quite by accident. In anticipation, author Gretchen Archer conducted a nationwide search for the perfect feline to be the face of Davis’s cat. Before the contest ended, there were more than 700 entries.
Meow! Archer stops by Shelf Pleasure to introduce Cat, the star of DOUBLE MINT.
Cats don’t like cars.
And I never knew cats were so vocal. Or that they moved at the speed of light. I drive a black Volkswagen Bug, and the cat, when it wasn’t hanging upside down from the headliner by its claws, hurled itself face first at the passenger window, which could be why it’s face is so flat.
“The window is closed, cat. You can’t get out.”
I didn’t grow up with pets, cats or dogs, but I thought they loved riding in cars, sticking their heads out the window. The longest eight-mile drive of my life from Holder Darby’s to the Bellissimo, and never again.
Fantasy answered on the first ring. “Are you murdering someone?”
“I’m trying to get a cat in my spy bag.”
“Fantasy, can you come in to work?”
“It’s my day off, Davis,” she said. “I’m catching up on my stories.”
“Just an hour. I promise.” Where’d that cat go? This isn’t a big car. “And would you stop by Cats R Us on the way in?”
“A cat care package. A cat starter kit. I don’t know. Ask the cat people what cats need and bring one of each. But no mice.”
Kneeling on the hot pavement, I lured the cat out from under the passenger seat with a red Gummy Bear I found in the floorboard. It finally slinked out, then launched itself through the air, landing on and latching into my head. I tried to peel it off—dancing, gushing blood, shrieking—which only encouraged the cat to sink its claws in deeper. After five minutes of going round and round with the cat on my head in the vendor parking lot, behind the Bellissimo, on a blazing hot Sunday, love bugs everywhere, I got a grip. I stopped fighting the cat and stood there, catching my breath. As soon as I calmed down, so did the cat. I reached up and patted it; I spoke in very soothing tones. “Good kitty. Get off my head, you psycho kitty.”
To reward it for letting go of my scalp I gave it the Gummy Bear, which immediately glued its front teeth together, quieting it down and keeping it busy.
Shopping list: Gummy Bears.
Hiding behind sunglasses the size of Frisbees, I entered the building. I had the hair of someone who’d been electrocuted, a few scratches, and a cat tucked under my arm. The cat whipped its absurdly large tail back and forth and slung its head around trying to lose the Gummy. We caught an elevator.
A lady asked, “Is your cat having a seizure?”
The cat, offended, convulsed—its rounded spine digging into my side, and spit at the woman, the red Gummy Bear dangling from one of its dagger teeth.
I walked in my front door and dropped my Super Spy bag and the cat on the floor. The cat shot off for who knows where.
Bradley Cole said, “Oh, my God. Davis.”
Gretchen Archer is a Tennessee housewife who began writing when her daughters, seeking higher educations, ran off and left her. She lives on Lookout Mountain with her husband, son, and a Yorkie named Bently. Double Whammy, her first Davis Way Crime Caper, was a Daphne du Maurier Award finalist and hit the USA TODAY Bestsellers List. Double Mint is the fourth Davis Way Crime Caper. Learn more and order your copy here.
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