Dear Reader,

I hope this note finds you well. I’m writing from my tiny perfect garret in Van Alst House. It is a cabbage rose oasis in a sea of stress. What could I have to be stressed out about, you ask? Well, first of all, my boss Vera Van Alst is beyond controlling. I was raised a free-range human by my uncles "The Kelly Brothers", which leads to some butting of heads. Then there is the feline. I’m not much of a cat person, but Vera’s Siamese cat calls out to be petted. It is silky and chocolatey, and shows her belly as soon as she sees you, but SOMETIMES prefers to remove any spare skin you had on your ankles to show her affections.

And how could I forget the newest member of my dodgy family’s crew? Walter the Pug is fitting right in. I sure hope he will not be staging a heist before he is returned to his rightful owners.

Meanwhile, I seem to have acquired an admirer. Don’t get too excited, because he's a cop and if there is one thing the Kellys are not fond of, it’s a cop in the rearview mirror.

I’m supposed to be tracking down rare and wonderful books, maybe sneaking out to the occasional thrift shops to hunt for vintage clothing, but instead I seem to be stumbling into big heaps of trouble and the occasional crime scene.

I’ll keep you posted, my friend,

xo

Jordan

Walter the Pug.