Librarian Minnie Hamilton and her rescue cat, Eddie, are ready to pin down a bank robber in the newest installment of the delightful Bookmobile Cat mystery series.   Late March is prime reading weather in the small northern Michigan town of Chilson. Though snowfall and cloudy skies deter outdoor activities, life inside the bookmobile is warm and cheerful. But as Minnie and Eddie are making the rounds to deliver comforting reads, they see something strange: loyal bookmobile patron Ryan Anderson making a sudden u-turn and speeding away. When Minnie discovers the police want to question Ryan about a bank robbery and the death of a security guard, she realizes she’s one of the only people who thinks Ryan isn’t morally bankrupt.   When an additional murder victim is discovered, the police immediately suspect her patron, but Minnie isn’t convinced. And when she encounters Ryan hiding from the police, she decides to help him by investigating the crimes. Minnie and Eddie will have to fight tooth and claw to prove his innocence. Praise for Laurie Cass "Charming...Librarian Minnie Hamilton is kindhearted, loyal, and resourceful. And her furry sidekick, Eddie, is equal parts charm and cat-titude."--Sofie Kelly, New York Times bestselling author "A likable heroine, feisty and opinionated cat, and multidimensional small-town characters."--Kings River Life Magazine "With humor and panache, Cass delivers an intriguing mystery and interesting characters."--Bristol Herald Courier (VA) "Almost impossible to put down...Filled with humor and warmth."--MyShelf.com Laurie Cass is the national bestselling author of the Bookmobile Cat Mystery series. Chapter 1 It was a dark and dreary morning. And there was every indication that the darkness and dreariness were going to continue into noon, then into early afternoon, late afternoon, dusk, evening, and possibly into eternity. It was one of those days that made you wonder why you lived in northwest lower Michigan. A day that made you question every life choice you'd ever made, since the net result was a dull, sodden late March with no visible evidence that spring was ever, ever, ever going to show up. "Mrr." I grinned. Then again, all the paths I'd taken had brought me to this. I was assistant director of the Chilson District Library, head of the library's outreach efforts, and driver of the bookmobile. Plus, I had a wonderful fianc I was going to marry on some indeterminate date, and I had a great boss, outstanding coworkers, supportive friends, and- "Mrr!" -and a black-and-white tabby cat who commented on everything from quantum mechanics to the color of the inside of his eyelids. My part-time bookmobile clerk, just as every previous clerk had done, tapped his toes on the cat carrier strapped to the floor in front of the passenger's seat. "What was that, Mr. Eddie?" Hunter Morales asked. "Did you say you were hoping for sunny and seventy degrees today and since the day isn't turning out as you expected, that Miss Minnie is to blame?" I nodded in a sage-like manner. "And that I should be punished." Hunter laughed, and I once again congratulated myself on hiring him. A few months ago, my boss had expressed an interest in expanding the hours the bookmobile was on the road. It was an excellent idea. The only problem was that we couldn't manage it with the existing staff. Sure, I was young (if you considered mid-thirties young, which I did) and eager for a challenge, but there are only so many hours in a day, and I'd quickly found that an overloaded schedule was too much for me and my other part-time clerk, Julia Beaton. Though Julia was a very young mid-sixties powerhouse, she'd already retired from one career and didn't want to work more than half time. Thus the search had begun. The requirements sounded simple: have a commercial driver's license, drive the thirty-one-foot bookmobile through the many hills and lakes of Tonedagana County rain or shine, haul books from vehicle to library and back, help people find books, be patient and kind to all. I'd desperately wanted to put one more item in the job posting, but my boss dissuaded me. "That's what the job interview is for," Graydon had said. "To see if it's a good fit." He was right-I knew he was. And, anyway, how could I put "talk to cats," in the newspaper advertisement, let alone post that on the state library association's website and expect anyone to take me seriously ever again? Though Eddie was accepted by everyone from the library's board to the newest bookmobile patron as a permanent part of the bookmobile, it was quite a step from acceptance to conversation. So it was with a hope and a prayer that I hired twentysomething Hunter Morales just after the holidays. Hunter and his wife, Abigail, were living with his parents while saving to buy a house. He was also taking as many college classes as he could to finish up a bachelor's degree in business while developing a clientele for his welding company. My