Lethal Treasure: a Josie Prescott Antiques Mystery (Josie Prescott Antiques Mysteries)
“I asked as I walked into the front office, cradling Hank like a baby.
“Let me check,” Cara said, tapping into her computer.
Hank snuggled his head under my chin and wrapped his paw around my neck, hugging me. He was purring loudly.
“Scattered flurries starting tomorrow afternoon,” Cara read, “becoming steadier and heavier, with increasing winds by nightfall. They’re calling for eight inches to … oh, my … two feet or even more, saying the range is so wide because there are unpredictable winds at the upper levels of the atmosphere. The storm might blow out to sea early on or it might get stuck in place, in which case we’re in for a nor’easter.” She looked up and blinked. “I had no idea.”
“It looks like CiCi’s Uncle Willy was right,” I said, repeating his prediction. “Has Sasha gone to meet Nate?”
“Yes,” Cara said. “She expects to be back by three thirty or so.”
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