“Moishe must have heard Norman’s car pull into the garage. He always gives me an early cat warning.” Hannah got up from her spot on the couch. “I’ll pour some iced tea for him.”

“Better wait. It might be somebody else’s car.”

“It’s not. Moishe hasn’t ever been wrong. He loves Norman and now that Norman has Cuddles, he positively adores Norman.”

There was another yowl from the top tier of the Kitty Kondo and then Moishe began to purr. His purr turned into a loud rumble and he jumped down to stand by the door.

“Shall I catch him so he doesn’t get out?” Michelle asked.

“No need. He’ll follow the cat carrier when Norman comes in the door. There’s no way Moishe is going to run out and miss an evening of playing with Cuddles.”

Once Norman arrived and let Cuddles out of her carrier, the two cats ran off to get into whatever mischief their combined kitty brains could cook up. Hannah poured a glass of iced tea for Norman, checked the progress of their dinner, and went to sit on the couch with him.

“Do you think Mike will have any news?” Norman asked her.

“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him since I called to tell him to come here for dinner. And that was when he was parking in the lot at Minneapolis Police headquarters.”

“Do you think he would have called if he learned anything important?” Michelle asked.

Hannah shrugged. “I don’t know. Either he didn’t learn anything useful, or he’s waiting to tell us in person.”

Just then there was a knock at the door and Michelle got up to answer it. “That must be Mike now.”

“Or Lonnie,” Hannah reminded her. “Actually, it sounded more like Mother.”

“You invited Mother?”

“I didn’t invite her, but she feels she can drop by without notice. If Doc’s busy doing something else, it could be her.”

“Or Andrea, if she’s still mad at Bill,” Michelle said, considering the possibilities.

“Open the door,” Norman said, chuckling at the two of them. “The suspense is killing me.”

Michelle laughed and opened the door. “Mother!” she said.

“I know I wasn’t invited, dears, but Doc had late rounds and the telephone tree came up with something that may or may not be useful to you. May I come in?”

“Of course,” Hannah called out. “Join us for dinner, Mother. There’s plenty.”

“Plenty for two more?”

Hannah glanced at the doorway, but there was no one standing behind her mother. “Is there someone with you?”

“No, but Andrea was parking in the guest lot when I came up the stairs. Naturally, I assumed she was coming here.”