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Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: J&R Fan Fiction
Type: Fiction
Pages: 50
Copyright: June 19, 2023
Price: $1.99 (eBook)
A violent blast leaves the Daigle family forever changed.
When a mob war sends the Daigle family running back to the Louisiana bayou, Swamp Team 3 springs into action. Aware of the brewing trouble, Gertie, Ida Belle, and Fortune attend an unconventional Wasteland funeral where danger looms. Enlisting the help of a recently-deputized Gomer Hollowman, the women attempt to delay a crime until the proper authorities arrive, but a violent blast leaves the Daigle family forever changed.
Excerpt
Gertie, Ida Belle, and I had been chasing Braylee Breaux for the last twenty minutes. Prior to our pursuits, I spotted Braylee leaving one of my neighbor’s houses with a slingshot bag full of loot. Like her brothers, Braylee was a handful, but Braylee lived with her paternal grandmother and could do whatever she wanted.
Mrs. Breaux viewed her granddaughter as more saint than sinner.
I, on the other hand, watched for daily disasters. Since Braylee had a penchant for taking things that didn’t belong to her, my neighbors and I had begun to expect weekly pandemonium.
“Braylee, wait!” Ida Belle’s screams rang out from my backyard.
Gertie rounded the corner and bent over, holding her side. “She should’ve been on a track and field team.”
“Good exercise!” Ida Belle shouted, but the irritation in her voice suggested that our workout was almost over.
I gave Gertie a quick hand signal and darted in my house. If Gertie pursued Braylee from the left and Ida Belle held her position in the backyard, we might be able to trap her in between my house and the neighbor’s fence.
At this point, I didn’t really care about confronting her, but hoped to recover the stolen goods so she wouldn’t have to face a juvenile judge. While she needed to pay for her crimes, I wasn’t the youth police. Plus, Ida Belle wanted to scare Braylee straight. For now, however, this mission was a recovery assignment.
Somewhere in the distance, Ida Belle screamed, “If Mrs. Walford calls the police, you’ll spend the night in jail!”
“Leave me alone!” Braylee shouted. “I haven’t done anything to you!”
Gertie shrugged. “We can’t argue there. This isn’t our business.”
“We’re saving her from herself,” Ida Belle bit out, squatting next to the porch. “See if you can chase her back this way.”
Gertie frowned. “And you’ll what? Tackle her?”
Gertie and I swapped glances, shrugged, and went our separate ways.
“Braylee, dear, please come out. I’ll bake some milk and pour you some cookies.” Gertie’s shortness of breath was more disconcerting than her jumbled promises.
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