From Louise Wise

Monday 11 February 2019

For those who like a bit of murder! @alisonoleary81is offering an extract to whet your appetite and I must admit this sounds FAB! #murder #mystery #suspense #catlovers @rararesources



Street Cat Blues

by

Alison O'Leary

After spending several months banged up in Sunny Banks rescue centre, Aubrey, a large tabby cat, has finally found his forever home with Molly and Jeremy Goodman and life is looking good.

However, all that changes when a serial killer begins to target elderly victims in the neighbourhood. Aubrey wasn’t particularly upset by the death of some of the previous victims, including Miss Jenkins whom Aubrey recalls as a vinegar-lipped bitch of an old woman who enjoyed throwing stones at cats, but Mr Telling was different. Mr Telling was a mate…


And to whet your appetite, an excerpt...



This extract is taken from Chapter 24. The twins, Rupert and Roger, are in the throes of a turf war with another group of cats and have arranged a night-time scrap to settle matters. All the neighbourhood cats are required to join in, whether they want to or not.

   Aubrey dropped noiselessly to the ground and ran quickly towards the car park. Where was everybody? He could have sworn that he’d heard them a couple of seconds ago but the car park appeared to be completely empty. Suddenly he caught sight of a small white flash at the top of the fire escape and looked upwards. They were already up there, he could see them now. They were streaming up the fire escape and marching along the ledge round the side of the building and then disappearing into the darkness.
   He watched for a moment and then sped silently across the tarmac and began to climb the fire escape. He reached the top and paused on the small ironwork platform, staring out into the darkness before slipping quickly along the ledge towards the flat roof. Reaching the corner of the ledge he leaned slightly backwards and gathered himself up. In one graceful bound he leapt to the flat roof opposite and landed among a carpet of cats, each one poised ready to spring as soon as the word was given.
   “Got here all right then, Aubs?”
   Vincent’s green eyes gleamed out from the darkness. Next to him Aubrey could see Moses, his little face looking worried but resolute.
   “To tell the truth, Vin, I’m not sure that this is such a great idea ...”
Before he could continue, the sibilant hiss of Lupin reverberated across the roof top. The battle was on.
In her own words, about the author Alison O'Leary
'I was born in London and spent my teenaged years in Hertfordshire where I spent large amounts of time reading Agatha Christie novels and avoiding school. Failing to gain any qualifications in Science whatsoever, the dream of being a forensic scientist crashed and burned when a careers teacher suggested that I might like to work in a shop. Later studying Law, I decided to teach rather than go into practice and have spent many years working as a college lecturer teaching mainly Criminal Law to adults and young people.
I live on the south coast with my husband John and cat Archie. When not writing I enjoy crosswords, walking by the sea and drinking wine. Not necessarily in that order.'


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