In her cozy living room, Wilma paused from serving drinks, set her tray on the desk, and placed three saucers of milk on the blotter. Beyond the open shutters sunset stained the sky, as bright red as the rooftops in the painting hanging above the fireplace behind her. A reflection of sunset played faintly across her long, silver hair. As she passed drinks to Lucinda and Pedric, the three cats set to lapping warm milk, their own version of before-dinner cocktails.

Charlie had brought Wilma home at midmorning and ordered her to rest. Wilma, after a half-hour nap, had grown so restless she began to call her friends to tell them she was home and on the mend, ready to go back to work. Now, this evening, an impromptu dinner to celebrate her homecoming, as if she'd been gone for months. The Greenlaws had brought a salad, and Clyde was picking up takeout on his way to get Ryan. Charlie had promised a dessert.

Joe Grey had left the station before Harper did, galloping across the rooftops burning with information on the Rivas brothers, with statistics from arrest sheets and reports that had just come in by fax. He was tense with news to share; but with Kit so excited, he hadn't been able to get in a word.

"It's a real tree house, it was a child's tree house and it's so beautiful all hidden in the tree and it's mine! Wait until you see!" She was lapping milk and talking so fast that she spluttered most of the milk across the blotter and on Dulcie's ears. Joe waited patiently. With Kit's nonstop narration, Dulcie and Joe and Wilma soon knew more about the Greenlaws' new house than the real estate agent who had sold it.

"There will be cushions," Lucinda said. "And a water bowl on the windowsill that Kit can easily reach. We thought maybe Lori or Dillon would take the pillows up, with a sturdy ladder. That is," she said, "if they understand that the tree house belongs to Kit."

Kit purred with contentment. Life was indeed wonderful. But beside her Joe Grey fidgeted and laid his ears back until at last she paid attention and shut up and let him talk before he exploded like a wildcat.

"Faxes are coming in, on the Rivas brothers," Joe said, twitching an ear. "Twenty-seven burglaries and street robberies in two years, and those are just the arrests. Who knows how many when they weren't caught? Luis has a rap sheet long enough to paper this room, and so did Hernando.

"Most of the time, Luis and Hernando worked together, apparently kept Dufio out of the way." Joe licked his paw. "Poor Dufio. By the time Dallas finished reading off the details of his arrests, half the department was standing around the fax machine, grinning. I had to crawl under Mabel's counter to keep from breaking up laughing.

"Dufio's full name's Delfino. I guess he's been clumsy like this all his life. Last year he robbed an Arby's in Arcadia, two o'clock in the afternoon, got out with the money okay. But for the second time, he locked his keys in the car. Can't the poor guy learn? When he couldn't get in, he dropped the paper bag full of money and took off running.

"Two blocks from Arby's, three patrol cars were on him, bundled him off to jail. But, as they recovered the money, the judge went easy on him. He did seven months, got out, his brothers wouldn't have anything to do with him. On his own again, he broke the padlock on a storage locker in Anaheim, backed his truck up to it, and somehow in the process he set off the alarm. Chain-link gate swung closed, and he was trapped."

Lucinda and Pedric looked a bit sorry for Dufio, but Wilma was laughing. Whatever embarrassment Dufio Rivas had suffered at his own mistakes, the entertainment he afforded those in law enforcement was deeply satisfying.

"When he got out of L.A. County jail," Joe said, "he pulled a holdup on a 7-Eleven. He had his keys in his pocket this time. But he flashed a holdup note at the guy. He got away all right, for six blocks, then a customer ID'd his car. A patrol car stopped him, asked for identification and registration." Joe purred, twitching a whisker. "I love when humans do this stuff. He opened the glove compartment, handed them all the papers in it, including the holdup note."

This made Lucinda and Pedric chuckle, too. They were still smiling when Clyde and Ryan pulled to the curb out front, Clyde's yellow Model A roadster gleaming in the falling evening. Charlie's new, red SUV parked behind them, then Max's truck. They all crowded in through the back door, setting their bags of takeout on the kitchen table.

Now, with Ryan and Max present, the cats must remain mute; they turned their attention to supper, committing themselves fully to a dozen Oriental delicacies that Clyde and Charlie served for them on paper plates. The highlight was the golden shrimp tempura. Clyde had brought three extra servings. Kit ate so much shrimp that everyone, human and cat alike, thought she'd be sick. She slept so soundly after supper that when Pedric lifted her up into a soft blanket and carried her out to the car to head home, she didn't wiggle a whisker.

And it was not until Joe and Dulcie had wandered away to the rooftops, alone in the chill evening, that they discussed the Rivas brothers again. Then they laid out a businesslike schedule for shadowing Chichi Barbi, to discover what she found of such interest during her long, solitary vigils.

Joe could see her leave the house in the mornings, so he would follow her until noon. Dulcie would prowl the rooftops in the evenings when most of the shops were closing. Kit would be going back to Charlie's in the morning for a few more days of storytelling; she had no desire to accompany Lucinda and Pedric on a spree of furniture shopping, any more than she'd wanted to look at houses. She might revel in a velvet love seat or a silk chaise, but she didn't care for the shopping.

The Greenlaws had no furniture, they'd sold everything before they moved into their RV to travel the California coast. After the RV was wrecked and burned, the old couple, though safe, had owned little more than the sweatshirts and jeans they were dressed in; plus their ample bank accounts. The task of furnishing a whole house seemed monstrous to Kit; the only shopping that interested her was a nice trip to the deli. Besides, she was so looking forward to sharing more of her adventures with Charlie. Charlie's book about her was far more exciting than furniture stores and pushy salesmen.

"She's getting big-headed," Joe told Dulcie as they wandered the rooftops. He rolled over on a patch of tarpaper that still held the heat of the day. "You think it's a good thing, for Charlie to be writing about her?"

"Charlie's not putting in anything she shouldn't. No talking cats." Dulcie twitched her whiskers. "Kit'll calm down. How many cats have their life story written in a book for all kinds of people to read, and with such beautiful portraits of her? You wouldn't spoil that for the kit."

"I guess I wouldn't." Joe nuzzled Dulcie's cheek. "But you have to admit, she does get full of herself."

Dulcie shrugged. "That's her nature." And the two cats trotted on across the rooftops, thinking about Kit's mercurial temperament as they headed for the courthouse tower-until Joe came suddenly alert, stopping to watch below them.

Some of the restaurants and shops were still open, the drugstore, the little grocery that catered to late-shopping tourists. From the edge of a steep, shingled roof, they looked across the street to the grocery's side door. "That's…"Joe hissed, and the next instant he was gone, scrambling backward down a thorny bougainvillea vine and racing across the empty street. Dulcie fled close behind him.

Slipping into the shadowed store, they followed the short, stocky Hispanic man along the aisles, their noses immediately confused by a hundred scents: onions-coffee-oranges-sweet rolls-raw meat-spices, a tangle of smells they had to sort through to pick out the man's personal scent-which, at last, was recorded in their scent-memories: a melange of Mexican food, sweat, and too much cheap aftershave. They flinched as an occasional tourist glanced down and reached to pet them; though the locals paid no attention. This family grocery store had cats, it was not unusual to see a cat in the aisles. Quickly down past cereal and bread they followed Luis, then down between shelves of canned vegetables and canned soup and then soft drinks. At pet food, Luis stopped. Pet food?