The Whisker Caper – Page 30

Puss rolled into the warehouse district at 10:25 p.m.  She parked her car in an alley two blocks down, locked the doors and headed toward the SouthPaw Trade Company.  The cool breeze from the bay ruffled her soft fur as the fog began to roll in off the water.  She walked quietly and swiftly into the mist.  As she turned the corner she adjusted her bag and loosened the gun in her holster.  The salty night air felt cool against her nose, and her whiskers twitched as she recognized the scent of the sea.  She paused at the alley of the SouthPaw Trade Company and took a breath, then quickly disappeared into the darkness.