“Well don’t look at me. I didn’t take it in. I left it out there with him when I called nine-one-one.” Malinda frowned thoughtfully. She had left it, right? Esmerelda just sat there with that very haughty feline manner, and it drew Malinda to reach for the canvas bag. “I suppose I should see if there’s anything useful in it,” she said as she started to fiddle with the clasps.
“I wouldn’t do that unless you’re absolutely sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Malinda let out a startled cry, dropping the bag onto the floor and looking around her living room when she heard the voice. It was feminine, whispery and faint, like it was being heard above a strong wind, half carried away by it. “Who, who’s there?” she asked, her voice suddenly a bit worried.