Hy beamed back.
Jamieson frowned and turned around.
Lester Joudry got his reward for being a good son, visiting his parents. He was there to get the video that would make, and stall, his career. He’d forever be known for the snakes that fell from the sky. Nothing else he would ever do would top it.
Ian kept taking photos until the snakes stopped coming down. Some alive. Some dead. None of them cooked.
It was the real deal. Not a publicity stunt.
Not something fishy.
Something else. Truly something else.
Acknowledgements
To Terrilee Bulger, The Acorn Press publisher, with continuing gratitude for her support and encouragement.
To editor Sherie Hodds, who adds many fine polishes to the book, including eliminating repetition. She stops me from saying things twice, whenever I repeat myself.
To copy editor Laurie Brinklow for her precise and
painstaking reading of the manuscript. She finds errors even when there aren’t any.
To Matt Reid, maestro of cover art and book design for another great job. I think this is my favourite so far.
To the catlady Margo MacNaughton for her careful and helpful reading in first draft, and to Mary Jollimore, for her fine and delicate suggestions under the influence of an overdose of seafood.
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