5:19 P.M.
110 Chess Street
I wanted to talk with Tad Dossner’s landlady, a Miss Julia Lullaby, who lived a block away from Tad in a brick duplex with seven cats.
Binky, Dixon, Bachman, Desdemona, Bradley, Davido, and Britanny were all white short-haired felines with green eyes. I didn’t know how Julia could tell them apart, but she could. Two were on the radiator in the kitchen. One sat on top of a bookshelf and stared down at me, perhaps ready to attack. Three sniffed at my ankles and twirled around my Nikes as I sat in Julia’s dining room and enjoyed a mint iced tea.
Julia looked like her kitties. She had white hair that was cut short, green eyes, and long nails. I placed her at maybe sixty-seven and the widow of three men, all of which she probably poisoned, murdering the trio over
