Fifteen

What was she up to now? At the mention of a cat, she'd known something was up. With the excuse of going home to change, Pippa had quickly left and taken a cab to Eva's house. A cat? She wasn't an animal person. Pets like cats and dogs shed their fur and she wouldn't be caught dead raising one. That had to be code for something. After working for Eva for a few years, Pippa had known to take things as they came. She didn't question or judge anything her boss did. Her job was to help her. It was the reason she'd kept that job for so long. The cab stopped outside Eva's house. After paying the driver, she jumped out and rushed in. Starting from the kitchen, she looked for anything out of the ordinary. Opening and closing cabinets as she went. With Eva, one wouldn't know what they were looking for. If she was really keeping a stray cat, why was there no cat food?

Pippa moved to the pantry. Nothing. She went back to the living room, continuing her search. There had to be something. A clue,