Kitty Cat Mysteries: What Happened To Blue Jay Bird

I'm in disguise MEOW..

Hello my name is Kitty Cat, feline private detective and super hero. Last night I got my first assignment, the voice on the phone said find Blue Jay Bird. Mrs. Bird received a ransom note demanding 25 bags of Gold KC seeds or Blue Jay Bird dies in a most ugly way. Mrs. Bird said she has no clue what Gold KC is. Help, I need help, save my husband Kitty Cat. Do you know where he was last seen, he said he had an appointment last night at some bar and grill on the lower west side.

Upon investigation I found Blue Jay Bird was last seen at The Bird Bar and Grill knocking back double blue berry martinis, the bartender said he seemed nerves he kept looking over his left shoulder, like he was expecting something to happen. My analytical mind went into over drive this dive is located in the worst part of town. Not the type a place you would think of finding  a successful accountant from across town hanging out in place with sleazy crocked characters.  Apparently this was not the first time Blue Jay was here.

As I entered the bar I took it all in, the bartender looked and smelled like he hadn’t bathed in a week, and the scent of the bar was like smelly wet socks.

I asked the bartender do you know Blue Jay Bird he said, who wants to know, Kitty Cat Private Detective. Maybe I do and maybe I don’t, what I get for telling you anything, how does $40.00 bucks grab ya, he took the bait! Blue Jay was here, what’s wrong, oh I just need to find him. Maybe he’s hanging out at the Top Hat Dance Club down the street.

One more thing, did he mention anything unusual; he just mentioned he was expecting a big pay off. Than his cell phone rang and out the door he went, that was the last time anyone saw him. Did you notice anything else, yes, he left me a big tip $15.00 bucks he never did that before he said don’t tell anyone he was here. Just as I walked out door on my way to the Top Hat Dance Club my cell phone rang, hello Kitty Cat here. The voice on the other end said I heard you’re lookin for Blue Jay Bird, I got some information meet me at 10^th and

Rail Street at midnight.  Hey, what’s your name, the phone went dead.

It was 10:52 pm I got into my Midnight Blue SUV camouflage mobile office home and headed for 10^th and Rail.

As I drive to 10^th and Rail, wow what a creepy part of town old abandoned warehouses, an old graveyard with a slaughter house, my mind focused for a second on what the heck Gold KC seed could possibly be, it wasn’t bird seed.

For some reason my cat intuition sensed Blue Jay took a trip out of town recently, Mrs. Bird said she didn’t know where he went, something made me feel she wasn’t telling the true, my cat powers kicking in. You can’t  fool my cat nose, as I approached the ally I saw a glow in the distances and 5 figures gathered together, what an erie sight. My whole body went into cat combat striking mode. Moving towards the dim light, like a cobra ready to strike, closer and closer I moved. 

I could recognize one figure, wow; Blue Jay Bird, he was with 4 seedy mice, something told me Blue Jay was the ring leader and master mind for a gang of international thieves and black market kingpin. As I moved closer with lighting cat speed just as I was close enough to hear what was being said I fell over something on the ground, rats they heard me. What stopped me from getting those crooks, as I looked down I gazed at a female’s body, it was Mrs. Blue Jay Bird, dead, dead as a door nail. I didn’t have my cell phone it was back in the car.