The Talking Cat's Deadly Secret

The third day after my husband died in the bathtub of our wedding home, the cat he'd kept for ten years opened its mouth and spoke.

"It was your mother-in-law who drugged the liquor. She wants to swindle two hundred thousand out of his life insurance!"

I flew into the funeral hall like a madwoman and clamped my hands around Genevieve Lawrence's throat.

The police searched her room and found half a bottle of sleeping pills.

Genevieve got fifteen years. Right up until they took her to prison, she kept crying that she'd been framed.

But I believed the cat.