Time Spent With A Cat

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My name's Jim Carpenter. I'm a private eye. And business has been in the toilet since everyone found themselves saddled with an ethereal entity that floats beside them. Mine is a wiseass talking cat. I hate cats. But's that's not my biggest problem because a cashed-up frenemy from my military days has just given me six hours to solve the murder of a scientist who was working on something very special for the Special Weapons Division. Shot in the head only one possible killer witnesses on the scene within seconds. Should be an easy case right?</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Except that impossibly the weapon and bullet have both vanished.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And the clock is ticking.</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Time Spent With A Cat</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>: the best Hard SF gonzo-fantasy murder-mystery novella featuring a possibly-imaginary talking cat you'll ever read probably.</span></p>