Wedding Photos

          

           Miles climbed up the makeshift ladder of books to the tip-top of the bookcase in order to examine the papers Miss Kitty had delivered. He used his paws to remove the documents, and settled his reading glasses on his camel shaped nose.

            “Hmm,” Miles mumbled. “Birth certificate, addresses, bank account information, and oh my, wedding photographs.”

            Miles peered at a photo. Harold, a younger man with a radiant smile, fewer wrinkles, and a layer of tanned skin, had his arm around a beautiful woman with hazel eyes, coffee colored hair, a bountiful bosom, and rich, cherry lips. They stood in front of what looked like the Pack River. “Oh my,” Miles said. “She’s a heart stealer, for certain.”

            Miles flipped through the photos, and stopped when he came to the picture of the band that played at the wedding. Miles hoped that the drummer in the band was the man that Lenny claimed Lilith had run off with. Miles wanted to locate this drummer in order to solve the mysterious disappearance of Lilith, and the murder of Harold. Miles wished Harold could remember what happened that night, or pull himself together long enough to answer Miles` questions about Lilith and the drummer.

            The drummer in the photo had gloriously long arms, which Miles thought made him look like a chimpanzee. He had long hair the color of a cat turd tied back in a ponytail, thin lips and a crooked smile.

            Miss Kitty looked up at Miles. She whispered, “The drummer’s name is Chad Thead. He has a Facebook page. I’ve already sent you the link.”