Lunatic's Game
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“Here you go.” I handed Grayson a blueberry Pop-Tart.
He raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Already brownnosing, eh?”
I shrugged. “Figured it couldn’t hurt. So now will you tell me what’s going on in Plant City?”
“I got a call from one of my sources.”
“Your sources?”
Grayson nodded toward the weird-looking equipment installed under the dash. “That’s a ham radio. I use it to operate an informal hotline on an obscure channel. People call in with information. If it sounds interesting, I follow up.”
I took a bite of Pop-Tart. “What kind of information?”
“You know. Unidentifiable tracks. Weird lights in the sky. Mutilated corpses. That kind of thing.”
I sucked the sticky frosting off my front teeth. “Sorry I asked. So what’s in it for the informants?”
“Operatives,” Grayson corrected. He shot me a grin and batted his eyes. “Why, my undying gratitude, of course. That, and cold, hard cash.”
“So, exactly what kind of strange phenomenon are we looking into?”
“A fellow in Plant City overheard an unusual radio transmission two days ago. A guy named Lester Jenkins got on a frequency and starting screaming, ‘They’re here! They’re here!’”
I took a sip of coffee. “Huh. Maybe his in-laws came into town.”
Grayson shot me a sideways glance. “A cop found him dead a few hours later.”
I smirked. “Like I said, maybe his in-laws—”
“His head covered in some kind of slime.”
“Huh. You’ve obviously never dealt with in-laws, Grayson.”
He snorted. “Shut up and eat your Pop-Tart.”
My gut gurgled. “Hey, can we stop at the next rest stop?”
“I guess. Why?”
“Let’s just say I’ve got something I want to get rid of.”
“If you mean what I think you mean, the toilet works just fine while we’re underway.”
I frowned. “Thanks. But that’s something I’m going to need a bit more time to get used to.”
Grayson eyed me. “Claustrophobic?”
“Sure. Let’s go with that.”
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WHY DO I LOVE UNDERDOGS? Well, it takes one to know one. Like the main characters in my novels, I haven’t lead a life of wealth or luxury. In fact, as it stands now, I’m set to inherit a half-eaten jar of Cheez Whiz...if my siblings don’t beat me to it.
During my illustrious career, I’ve been a roller-skating waitress, an actuarial assistant, an advertising copywriter, a real estate agent, a house flipper, an organic farmer, and a traveling vagabond/truth seeker. But no matter where I’ve gone or what I’ve done, I’ve always felt like a weirdo.
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In other words, I’m a jumble of opposing talents and flaws and emotions. And it’s all good.
I enjoy underdogs because we’ve got spunk. And hope. And secrets that drive us to be different from the rest.
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