Chapter Twelve

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A policeman stood there, his gun smoking. He spoke into the microphone jammed in his ear. "I got one of the cats." The man on the other line made a frustrated sound.

"There were supposed to be no casualties! I guess one cat doesn't matter. Which one was it?"

"Un momento," the first man said. "Let me check the database." He pulled out a small notebook and flipped to the database with every cat in San Ricardo. "It says..." He tried to match up the name with the female he had just shot down.

"Kitty Softpaws." 

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