Claws for Alarm
A Mrs. Murphy Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
"Mary Minor 'Harry' Haristeen gets a little help from her veterinarian husband to solve the murder of a young equine vet whose death may be linked to his new clinic in Claws for Alarm, a tantalizing mystery from Rita Mae Brown and her feline co-author...
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"Mary Minor 'Harry' Haristeen gets a little help from her veterinarian husband to solve the murder of a young equine vet whose death may be linked to his new clinic in Claws for Alarm, a tantalizing mystery from Rita Mae Brown and her feline co-author Sneaky Pie Brown. Pharamond 'Fair' Haristeen is known throughout Crozet, Virginia, as a good horse vet and a better man. So when Benjamin Wagner, a new vet in town, is found dead in his unopened clinic, local police turn to Fair for help getting to the bottom of things. Fair quickly realizes Ben's clinic has been robbed of ketamine, used by doctors as a horse tranquilizer but also a popular recreational drug. Then Fair's own ketamine goes missing from the back of his truck. Was Ben killed for his supply? Or was he mixed up in something bigger? Meanwhile, Candida Perez, one of Crozet's oldest and most beloved citizens, is found dead at her desk. Perhaps not so alarming, given her ninety years of life. But the bickering of Candida's children, Ballard and Constance, over her will and the family's valuable collection of historical letters, threatens to drive the rest of the town to madness. Fair's wife, Harry, tries to play peacemaker, but the bad blood between the two siblings runs deep. Just how far will they take their family squabble? "--Publisher.
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1September 20, 2019
Friday
Fairy skirts twirled through the air. Glossy white, tiny seeds dispersed into seven-mile-per-hour winds. Milkweed balls, equally as glossy, floated along with the fairy skirts, which some people call Devil s dandruff. All living creatures whether two-legged, four-legged, or plant were responding to the loss of light, the cooler night temperatures.
Pharamond Haristeen, DVM, all six feet four inches of him, stood in the aisle of Big Mim Sanburne s perfect brick stable. He looked out the opened doors to watch the parade of skirts, the tiny ballerinas filling the air. The walkway to the stable gleamed white from all the fairies that had fallen.
Returning to Loulou, a large gray mare, now in her late teens, he knelt down, ran his hands over her swollen hind leg.
Big Mim, standing behind him as Paul, her stable manager, held her halter, mentioned, Those fang marks are so noticeable.
Gray horses are harder to keep clean but it is easier to see in a situation like this. He gingerly, gently touched her. Good girl.
Is she drugged? asked Tucker, Fair s corgi, sitting properly to the side of the aisle.
Fair took his two dogs with him today, figuring it was like take-your-daughter-to-work day. Tucker was the female; the Irish wolfhound, Pirate, just turning one year old, was male. Pirate sat watching everything. He was trying to learn the business.
Paul, you found her?
The young man, married to Tazio Chappers, one of Fair s wife s best friends, nodded. She wasn t moving well so I walked out and saw the swollen leg plus the marks. Had that snake struck a dog, the animal would be dead.
What an awful thing to say, the corgi grumbled, then peered more closely at Loulou. She s not drugged.
How can you tell? The young wolfhound was curious.
A horse hangs her head. Nods off. I should have noticed right away. Tucker puffed out her chest. I ve been working with Daddy for years. You wouldn t believe
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what I ve seen.
Fair had put his bag on a tack trunk. His dually truck was outfitted with everything. Truly a moving equine hospital, it included the latest high-tech equipment and rows of meds costing as much money as human medication, and for some, even more. He reached for bandages, set them on the tack trunk. Pulled out a needle, a small bottle of Gentocin, another one of Excede antibiotic/MI, and also dexamethasone.
Patting Loulou s neck, he then pinched some skin and injected the Gentocin. One down.
He filled the Excede and repeated the process. Two down!
One more needle. Okay, girl, good girl.
In went the dexamethasone.
How long before the swelling subsides? Big Mim spoke again.
You should notice tomorrow. Given her excellent state of health, I think the leg will be normal size in three or four days but it might still be ouchy. Those fangs bit deep.
Betadine? Paul asked about an antiseptic.
Yeah. We cleaned her up pretty good but I d unwrap her, wash it each day, then wrap up again. I m leaving you some chlorhexidine wipes, too. Fair knelt down to wrap her leg, not tight but not loose either.
The last thing one wants is for a wrap to unravel.
Uncrossing her arms, Big Mim, now in her early eighties, stepped up to the beloved mare and ran her hand over a well-muscled hip. Best hunt horse I ever had.
Icecapade blood. Fair knowingly cited her illustrious bloodline. So many went to the track. She was lucky to come here and enjoy a different kind of life.
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Fair had put his bag on a tack trunk. His dually truck was outfitted with everything. Truly a moving equine hospital, it included the latest high-tech equipment and rows of meds costing as much money as human medication, and for some, even more. He reached for bandages, set them on the tack trunk. Pulled out a needle, a small bottle of Gentocin, another one of Excede antibiotic/MI, and also dexamethasone.
Patting Loulou s neck, he then pinched some skin and injected the Gentocin. One down.
He filled the Excede and repeated the process. Two down!
One more needle. Okay, girl, good girl.
In went the dexamethasone.
How long before the swelling subsides? Big Mim spoke again.
You should notice tomorrow. Given her excellent state of health, I think the leg will be normal size in three or four days but it might still be ouchy. Those fangs bit deep.
Betadine? Paul asked about an antiseptic.
Yeah. We cleaned her up pretty good but I d unwrap her, wash it each day, then wrap up again. I m leaving you some chlorhexidine wipes, too. Fair knelt down to wrap her leg, not tight but not loose either.
The last thing one wants is for a wrap to unravel.
Uncrossing her arms, Big Mim, now in her early eighties, stepped up to the beloved mare and ran her hand over a well-muscled hip. Best hunt horse I ever had.
Icecapade blood. Fair knowingly cited her illustrious bloodline. So many went to the track. She was lucky to come here and enjoy a different kind of life.
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Autoren-Porträt von Rita Mae Brown
Rita Mae Brown & Sneaky Pie Brown
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Rita Mae Brown
- 2022, 288 Seiten, Maße: 12,9 x 20,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam
- ISBN-10: 0593130111
- ISBN-13: 9780593130117
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.07.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
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