Not all cases start with clues. Some start with a heartbeat. It was early morning — the kind of soft golden light that makes the whole house feel like it’s holding its breath. I padded down the hallway, and that’s when I saw him. Deano. Sitting by the closet. Quiet. But not sad — thoughtful. We haven’t always understood each other. He’s the sunshine-orange optimist, and I’m the trenchcoat, moonlight type. But lately, something’s been changing between us. A comfort. A knowing

Welcome to Monday Mystery Blog with Frankie Sinatro, P.I. 🕵️‍♂️The coffee’s brewing, the night is quiet, and somewhere in the Smart household… mischief is afoot. Each Monday, our favorite feline detective invites you to tag along on another whisker-tingling case — where clues hide in the shadows, and justice is always served (with a side of tuna). Previously on Frankie Sinatro, P.I.: The red-yarn case was tied up neat, but a detective’s whiskers never rest. Especially when t

🕵️‍♂️ The pantry’s been raided. The cookies are crumbs. And my magnifying glass smells suspiciously like tuna. Midnight’s calling… and so is the next case. The Smart household’s gone quiet — maybe too  quiet. But when the fridge light flickers at midnight and cookie crumbs lead straight to the cat door, Detective Frankie Sinatro grabs his magnifying glass and gets to work. 🕵️‍♂️🍪Was it Deano? Oreo? Or something with a mask and a sweet tooth?Find out this Monday in “The Cas