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Mimi Lee Reads Between the Lines




  PRAISE FOR MIMI LEE GETS A CLUE

  “Mix an intrepid dog groomer with a sarcastic cat, add a generous dose of Southern California, sprinkle with murder, and you get a cozy mystery that’s bound to please.”

  —Laurie Cass, author of the Bookmobile Cat Mysteries

  “A fun, charming, and totally unique mystery featuring lots of adorable pets (and one particularly snarky cat). Mimi Lee is a winning heroine with a hilarious family, especially her meddling, marriage-obsessed mother.”

  —Kerry Winfrey, author of Waiting for Tom Hanks

  “I laughed out loud more than once reading Mimi Lee Gets a Clue, the first book in the new Sassy Cat mystery series. Mimi Lee is feisty, determined, and lots of fun—and I love Ma, her matchmaking mother. The story features an intriguing mystery, and Marshmallow, a talking cat that only Mimi, as his owner, can hear. . . . Sharp writing, a main character I’d happily be friends with, and a talking cat. What more could a reader want?”

  —Sofie Kelly, New York Times bestselling author of the Magical Cats Mysteries

  “Chow’s charming debut is an adorable mystery perfect for pet lovers. Mimi’s authentic family grounds the story amidst the glitzy and glamorous backdrop of L.A. I devoured it in one sitting.”

  —Roselle Lim, author of Natalie Tan’s Book of Luck & Fortune

  “Chow smoothly mixes intrigue, romance, and humor. Cozy fans will have fun.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “A frothy, fun series debut.”

  —Kirkus Reviews

  “Pet lovers will be delighted by this fun and yet suspenseful mystery. . . . The balance between suspense and humor is perfect and makes this read a page-turner.”

  —Book Review Crew

  TITLES BY JENNIFER J. CHOW

  Mimi Lee Gets a Clue

  Mimi Lee Reads Between the Lines

  BERKLEY PRIME CRIME

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  Copyright © 2020 by Jennifer J. Chow

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Names: Chow, Jennifer J., author.

  Title: Mimi Lee reads between the lines / Jennifer J. Chow.

  Description: First edition. | New York: Berkley Prime Crime, 2020. |

  Series: A sassy cat mystery

  Identifiers: LCCN 2020010981 (print) | LCCN 2020010982 (ebook) | ISBN 9781984805010 (trade paperback) | ISBN 9781984805027 (ebook)

  Subjects: GSAFD: Mystery fiction.

  Classification: LCC PS3603.H696 M58 2020 (print) | LCC PS3603.H696 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020010981

  LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020010982

  First Edition: November 2020

  Cover art by Carrie May

  Cover design by Judith Lagerman

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  CONTENTS

  Cover

  Praise for MIMI LEE GETS A CLUE

  Titles by Jennifer J. Chow

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  To Aunt Cathy, for being a blessing in our lives

  (and for introducing us to shiok dishes).

  CHAPTER

  one

  I TOOK AN UBER to see Alice, because let’s face it, the countdown to Valentine’s Day sucked for singles. I knew so from experience. Cupid had kept on missing the mark all throughout my last twenty-five birthdays . . . until I’d bumped into Josh at my apartment complex’s laundry room last fall. For tomorrow’s February fourteenth outing, he’d planned a special surprise for us. And I couldn’t wait to cuddle up with my favorite Los Angeles lawyer.

  But today would be about my younger, single sister, Alice. I’d had to close up my pet grooming store early, and the Uber driver dropped me off around four at Roosevelt Elementary with its storybook red brick construction. Despite the conservative look, it still had the usual Californian exterior hallways with interconnected classrooms, the better to appreciate the good weather in the area. I saluted both the state flag and the Star-Spangled Banner, which waved at me from their respective steel poles as I marched up the stone steps into the school office.

  I didn’t see anyone behind the desk piled high with colorful flyers for after-school activities. The receptionist must have already left for the day. Maybe she’d had pre-Valentine’s plans.

  Alice and I had a tradition of doing a sister date to protest the annual lovers’ holiday. However, since I actually had plans this year, I’d moved our usual outing a day ahead. She’d probably been reminded of the occasion after seeing all those paper hearts and sweet candies being exchanged between her students. And in kindergarten, everyone was required to participate, which meant reminders of V-Day multiplied by twenty-five. Maybe Alice had gotten a few misshapen candy hearts and superhero cards, but I bet she wanted treats from someone else besides five- and six-year-olds.

  I heard someone clear their throat from the principal’s office. The door was open a few inches, and I could see a flash of blue from within. I wondered what the new head of Roosevelt Elementary was lik
e.

  Alice seemed to have a much better working relationship with him than his predecessor. The previous principal had suffered from an icy attitude that had matched her cold steel furniture. As prickly as her pet hedgehog, she’d basically bullied Alice and threatened her with a layoff last year. She’d gone so far as to give my sister a pink slip. The principal had even bypassed the newest member of the staff to do so—until I’d stepped in and defended Alice.

  Where was my sister? She’d had a good time estimate of when I’d arrive at her workplace. After all, I’d texted her when I left the apartment, where my cat, Marshmallow, had grumbled at me. He’d given me a piece of his mind: “Have fun deserting me tonight.”

  I knew exactly what he’d been thinking because we had some sort of telepathic owner-pet connection. The whole mental communication thing had scared me at first. I thought I’d been experiencing some sort of psychotic break; I’d studied such things in college as a psych major. Despite not understanding the science behind it, I’d come to embrace our connection, snark and all.

  My phone dinged.

  Alice: Are you here already?

  Me: Yep. Waiting in the office.

  Alice: Sorry. Writing up a petition to fund the kinder playground. See you in five.

  I heard loud steps coming my way and looked up to find a Black man in his sixties wearing a navy blue dress shirt, striped tie, and tailored slacks. He appeared about twice my size, though that wasn’t too difficult, given my petite stature.

  Gesturing at my phone, he said, “I heard it ring and figured I should introduce myself.” He peered at me through thick-framed bifocals. “Are you related to Alice?”

  I nodded. “I’m her older sister. Mimi.”

  He grinned at me. “You two are practically twins.”

  “We get that a lot.” My sister and I did look alike. We both had the same five-foot frame and shared features such as oval faces, elfin ears, and small button noses. However, I tried and failed to tame my shoulder-length hair while Alice managed a sleek bob.

  “I’m Principal Lewis,” the man said.

  I extended my hand to him at the same time as he stepped forward and gave me a half hug.

  A surprising gesture from someone I’d just met, but he seemed genuinely happy to see me. “You’re definitely friendlier than Principal Hallis was.” I’d nicknamed the old administrator “Principal Hellish” in private.

  “Well, I do like to put the ‘pal’ in ‘principal.’” He gave a small chuckle.

  “I see that.” No wonder he and Alice got along. They both exuded warm vibes.

  “I want my staff to feel connected to me.” He twisted the gold band on his left ring finger. “As if they were part of my extended family.”

  What an intense statement. At least he wasn’t a horrific boss. I’d rather have a manager landing on the extreme side of nice.

  However, I definitely liked being my own boss and running my pet grooming salon, where I made up my own easy work schedule of ten a.m. to six p.m. I had no one else to answer to—except maybe Pixie St. James, who had gifted me the investment money. It’d been a very willing donation on her part, after I’d rescued her poor shih tzu from the churning waves near Catalina Island.

  The side door to the school office opened, and Alice rushed in. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said.

  A heavy book bag, no doubt stuffed with student projects, weighed down her left shoulder. Every teacher I knew had homework, just like their kids.

  She did a double-take on seeing my company. “Principal Lewis,” she said. “Did you meet my sister, Mimi?”

  “Yes, and she’s wonderful, just like you.” He turned to Alice and gave her a brief hug. Alice didn’t seem fazed by the quick embrace. Maybe because Dad also loved giving us giant bear hugs, even now, after we’d grown up.

  Alice smiled at him. Then she checked her wristwatch. “We’d better get going,” she said. “Shouldn’t you leave, too, Principal Lewis? Don’t you need to get things ready for your Valentine’s date with your wife tomorrow?”

  He hazarded a glance at the wall clock. “You’re right. I need to go over my plan for the all-day extravaganza.” Touching his close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, he said, “We can do that now that our kids are all adults with cute cuddly babies of their own. I’m starting the day with a scavenger hunt on the beach.”

  Alice gave him a thumbs-up. We said goodbye to the principal and headed to the staff parking lot.

  Once there, Alice said, “That’s odd. Helen’s car is still around.”

  “Who’s Helen?” I didn’t remember my sister mentioning her before.

  “She’s the newest member of the staff . . . and that’s her car.” Alice pointed to a white Prius C (unfortunately marked with bird droppings) a few paces away. A car woman after my own heart, I thought. Although I’d opted for a larger size of the popular hybrid.

  “Wait. Is that the same teacher Principal Hallis kept on, while threatening you with the pink slip last year?”

  Alice closed her eyes for a moment. “That’s right.”

  “You’re actually friends with her?”

  “I’m trying, but Helen’s really reserved.”

  No doubt my sister would be able to get chummy with someone aloof. Alice’s temperament was pure sunshine.

  She frowned. “I thought she already left campus.”

  I gestured to Alice’s heavy bag. “Maybe she’s doing some paperwork in her classroom.”

  As we crossed behind Helen’s car, a poof of fluff caught my eye from below the undercarriage of the Prius C. I paused, but Alice kept on walking.

  I crouched down to peek underneath the car but couldn’t see anything in the shadows. Huh. Had I imagined an animal?

  Straightening back up, I noticed something else looked off. The vehicle was occupied, but the figure in the driver’s seat was slouched in a weird position.

  Alice finally noticed that I wasn’t beside her and turned around. “Everything okay?”

  “Odd,” I said, peering through the window. The driver’s head lolled at an uncomfortable angle. My breath left me.

  My sister backtracked to my side and said, “What? Is something in there?” She moved around me and took a closer look.

  Alice screamed.

  Principal Lewis hurtled through the school doors into the parking lot. He goggled at us shocked Lee sisters standing there. Then he noticed the slumped body in the car, and his jaw dropped. Whipping out his phone, he dialed 911.

  Minutes later, the first responders came with their sirens blaring. We watched as the paramedics attempted to revive Helen. The glassy stare of her eyes and her unmoving chest, though, told me that they were too late.

  After we gave our statements and provided our contact information for the requisite recordkeeping, my sister started shaking. I hugged Alice tight as the sirens continued to flash and officers inspected Helen’s car.

  Eventually, I said, “Let’s go. I think it’s better if you didn’t watch anymore.”

  The principal nodded at us, a grim look on his face, as we left the tragic scene.

  * * *

  • • •

  Although I still drove us to Tito’s Tacos, we didn’t stay to sit down and eat together like we’d planned on doing. Instead, I ordered their signature crunchy tacos to go, and we headed back to my complex.

  Seaview Apartments didn’t live up to its name and had no ocean view. Instead, I got an eyeful of the nearby 405 traffic.

  Probably still in shock, Alice didn’t compliment the interior courtyard like she usually did. Somehow she always managed to find the rectangular patch of artificial grass with its scattered potted ferns charming.

  We trudged over to my ground unit, one of fourteen (unlucky, according to Ma, who’d said, “Number like meaning for sure die”). She always spoke to me in h
er own version of Manglish, Malaysian English, a kind of pidgin she used with close family.

  As I unlocked the door, I said, “Feel free to stay the night, Alice.”

  My one-bedroom unit didn’t really have space for visitors, but I continued, “You can take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

  Alice let out a shaky breath. “I think I just need some time to calm my nerves. I’ll be okay.”

  When we walked inside, Marshmallow pounced at us. “Back early, huh? Must have missed me too much.”

  I shook my head, and Alice greeted my cat with a half-hearted pat on his head.

  Marshmallow swished his tail and looked back and forth between my sister and me. “What happened?”

  Plopping down our dinner on my particleboard IKEA dining table, I sighed. I made sure to settle my sister gently in a chair.

  “We don’t have to talk about what happened at the school,” I said, sitting down by her side. “We could just eat.”

  Marshmallow’s blue eyes glimmered, and he made himself comfortable under the table . . . the better to eavesdrop, I suspected.

  Alice grabbed a chip. She dipped it into the salsa and tried to eat it, but she couldn’t even finish a bite. “Maybe I should talk about it. Get things off my chest.”

  “I’m really sorry about your loss, Alice—” Here, Marshmallow hissed, but I ignored him.

  “I can’t believe it,” my sister said. “I’d talked to Helen less than an hour before.”

  “The paramedics did the best they could.”

  Her mouth flattened into a thin line. “We found her too late.”

  “I’m glad we were at least together when we saw her. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I were alone.” I shivered. “Who would have imagined she’d be slumped over in her car like that?”

  “If I hadn’t tried to finish up my paperwork, we’d have gotten to the parking lot earlier . . .”

  I put my hand on top of hers. “Alice, you couldn’t have known.”

  She started tearing up. “But I did.”

  “What? How?” I almost knocked over the salsa in my surprise.