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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: The burglar killed all five members of the Torgenson family with a knife as they prepared breakfast, and the police detective's best hope for a solution is the injured family cat.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, 1992
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2000

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Words: 5505
Reading time: 15-22 min.
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Kristine Kathryn Rusch writes skilfully. Tight. Fine attention to detail. First rate. Effortless dialogue builds intrigue in this tale. Suspense climbs in commanding progression to a riveting climax. The story unfurls a horrific crime that tugs the heart, that haunts. Detective Frank has not recovered from personal crisis. Now this -- a random nutter. Slays children, massacres family, leaves a helpless cat with a nicked throat. Even worse, Frank's powers of observation fail. Case could quickly grow cold. 'Little Miracles' is an emotion packed tale from a versatile writer, effective without melodrama. Well-spiced for keen lovers of detective stories. -Eugen Bacon, Fictionwise Recommender

We found the cat just as we were about to seal off the house. Its throat had been slit, and its coat was matted with blood. Some instinct made me crouch down to touch it. Its skin was warm, and its body struggled with shallow breaths. Life among the carnage.

I snapped my fingers for the paramedics. They glanced at each other and didn't move.

"Gentlemen, kindly get your asses over here," I said.

"But, sir, it's a cat."

"And it's still breathing. Get over here."

They crouched over the cat, placed a bandage over its neck, and did something to ease its breathing. I directed them to a veterinarian down the street, then returned my attention to the bloodbath before me.