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Somerset the Cat's Belgrade Mysteries
Not many people outside of Belgrade realize how clever the city's animals are. Stray dogs wait for the green light at traffic lights before they venture to the other side of the road (looking both left and right as they do so). Of course, dogs are cleverness lightweights compared to the cats of this city – and some cats are really special. This is the story of how Somerset the talking ginger tom cat became a cat detective when he suspects that the death of the old neighbour is anything but old age.
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Somerset watched as the silhouette of the man left the apartment block and turned right towards Skadarlija, the Bohemian quarter. Somerset followed quickly, passing through the door to the entrance of the apartment block before it eased shut.
It was an unusual chilly late October night, and as Somerset trotted along after the man, he paused momentarily to look back down Jevremova, to confirm his suspicion that the long street was otherwise empty. The dark windows of the Police guard-box, under the drooping flag of the Macedonian Embassy, were opaque. Somerset wondered whether the duty policeman who sat inside looked back at him now, had perhaps noticed the man leave the apartment block? Maybe, maybe not.
Somerset continued to follow the hurrying man as he turned left at the second junction and proceeded to head down the hill towards Dusanova street, and perhaps, thought Somerset, on towards the Danube.
Dusanova street was a main thoroughfare, practically a boulevard, bordered as it was on each side by tram lines, and framed by large trees and dusty buildings. It lay quiet now, at this time of night, except for a few cars and the occasional tram.
The man approached a kiosk-shop, not long after turning right along Dusanova, and purchased a soda, pausing to drink from it.
As Somerset watched, from the night shadows near the trunk of a tree, he wondered why a man would possibly leave old Mrs Popovic's apartment at such a late time....
Who is the man? What was he doing in Mrs Popovic's apartment?
Find out the answers by purchasing the story from Amazon, for less than the cost of a cup of coffee.
It was an unusual chilly late October night, and as Somerset trotted along after the man, he paused momentarily to look back down Jevremova, to confirm his suspicion that the long street was otherwise empty. The dark windows of the Police guard-box, under the drooping flag of the Macedonian Embassy, were opaque. Somerset wondered whether the duty policeman who sat inside looked back at him now, had perhaps noticed the man leave the apartment block? Maybe, maybe not.
Somerset continued to follow the hurrying man as he turned left at the second junction and proceeded to head down the hill towards Dusanova street, and perhaps, thought Somerset, on towards the Danube.
Dusanova street was a main thoroughfare, practically a boulevard, bordered as it was on each side by tram lines, and framed by large trees and dusty buildings. It lay quiet now, at this time of night, except for a few cars and the occasional tram.
The man approached a kiosk-shop, not long after turning right along Dusanova, and purchased a soda, pausing to drink from it.
As Somerset watched, from the night shadows near the trunk of a tree, he wondered why a man would possibly leave old Mrs Popovic's apartment at such a late time....
Who is the man? What was he doing in Mrs Popovic's apartment?
Find out the answers by purchasing the story from Amazon, for less than the cost of a cup of coffee.