Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Max's Mystery Novel - Episode 11


Just as a reminder, when we last left Max and the story, HH's friend and photographer, Stephanie, had just been kidnapped. Sheriff Johnson had allowed Max to snoop around Stephanie's apartment for clues.

The kidnapper called and said he would call back in an hour. In the meantime, Max had found a folder stuffed between the bookcases as if someone had shoved it there in a hurry.

If you want to read the whole story to this point, click on the Max's Mystery Novel picture in the right column and you'll find episodes 1 thru 10... If you're ready to move on.... then read this episode in Max's own words.

HH gasped when she saw the contents of the folder. I pawed at her to tell me what was in it. As I peered over her shoulder, it just looked like some old pictures to me. Why in the world would someone kidnap sweet Stephanie because of some pictures?

"Look at this Sheriff," HH said. "Max has put his paw on what they're after. I don't know why these pictures are important, but they are part of the pictures Fred turned in for his book. If they killed Fred for some of his pictures, maybe they kidnapped Stephanie for the rest of them...."

I shuddered at the thought of what they might do to Stephanie and meowed my distress to HH. "I know Max. I'm worried too," she said. "We just have to wait until they call back..."

Just as she said it, the phone rang and we all jumped...

Sheriff Johnson answered it. "Yes, we have the pictures," he said. "Okay, we can do that. Just don't hurt her..."

"We're supposed to meet them in the open pavilion in Regent Park," Sheriff Johnson said. "We'll all go together..."

"Meowwwwww," I said.

"Yes, bring the fleabag too," Sheriff Johnson said as he patted me on the head. "You never know when he might come in handy."

I resented his nickname for me, but I was too excited that he hadn't sent me home to argue the fine points.

When we arrived at the park, Sheriff Johnson rolled down the window to get a better view of the two people in the pavilion....

HH gasped. She knew I was going to make a break for it, and she was right; but the words of warning were not even out of her mouth, when I lunged over Sheriff Johnson's shoulder.

I was out the window and on my way across the field before he knew what happened. "Now, who is the fleabag, buster?" I muttered as I ran toward the kidnapper and certain danger....

8 comments:

Angie, Catladyland/Katt Food said...

On the edge of my seat, Max!!

Brian said...

I know something else is going on, but you're making us wait again Max!

Sammy and Andy said...

Fleabag!!!!!!!!!! How rude that Sheriff Johnson is!!!!!!!!!!

We'll be anxiously waiting the next episode.

xxxxxxx

Mariodacat said...

Geesh - you did it again. Oh, I sooooo want to know what Max is going to do now dat he's out of the car. What's he going to do to those people?

Marg said...

Oh dear, Max, you better be careful. But maybe you can lead them all to the kidnappers.Good luck and we will be waiting for the next installment.

Shawnee the Shepherd said...

He called you a FLEABAG? That is horribull. You go solve the mystery so that sheriff will has to eat hims werds, and that means he be eating fleas, BOL.

Jacqueline said...

Well, how can we like a Sheriff who calls you Fleabag?...But sweet, handsome Max, you are running into danger and leaving us on the edge of our seats; we are purring loudly for you, sweetie and sending lots of kisses...Calle, Halle, Sukki

tweetypie said...

Ohh dis is very citing !! I will B back xxx