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Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 30

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Jack Cover with border small canvas

by HL Carpenter
ISBN: 978-0-9884095-1-4
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.


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Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 30


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“Finer than frog’s hair, to use her expression. The crook never had a chance. When I got there, she had him tied up with one of her aprons and Tim Sterling was holding a broadsword from the museum at his throat.” Sheriff Garrison stifled a laugh. “Anyway, the little crook is in jail now.”

“You are sure he is the vandal?” Jack asked.

“He’s been in the area a few days,” the sheriff said. “My gut instinct is he’ll have some answers about what happened to the greenhouse.”

“I hope so,” Nessa said.

Jack did, too. But he didn’t like the way Sheriff Garrison had answered his question—or rather, had not answered his question.

“Cori said she hoped so too when I stopped at the hospital to let her know,” Sheriff Garrison said. “Like I told her, it’s only a matter of time before I can trace his movements.”

“Maybe you should ask Tenspot to help.” Jack pointed at the driveway.

Tenspot, hunched over the handlebars of his bike like a motocross racer, pedaled furiously toward them.

“He always seems to know where you are,” Jack said.

“He wants to be a deputy when he grows up,” Nessa said.

Sheriff Garrison nodded.

Tenspot reached the patrol car and skidded to a stop. He leapt off his bike and beamed at Nessa. “Didja hear? An armed robber! Wish I coulda been there. I woulda jumped him, wrestled the gun away. Bam, kapow, and he’da been down for the count. Boy, I can’t wait ‘til I’m old enough to be a deputy.”

“So that is why you follow the sheriff around,” Jack said. “But how do you always know where she is headed?”

“I listen to my dad’s police scanner. My aunt bought me a book for my birthday and I’m tryin’ to learn the codes.” Tenspot paused. “It ain’t illegal, is it, Sheriff?”


***** ABOUT THE AUTHOR *****

HL Carpenter is the pen name of a Florida-based mother/daughter duo who writes from their studios in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, is unreal but not untrue. When they’re not writing, the Carpenters enjoy exploring the Land of What-If and practicing the fine art of Curiosity.

Also by HL Carpenter:

The SkyHorse. Fourteen year old Tovi thinks finding a flying horse is fabulous luck–until a mysterious stranger says finders aren’t always keepers.

Dream Stealer. Is stealing a dream better than losing your own?

Pirate Summer. When her brother disappears, Josey is sure she knows where he’s gone. And the only way to bring him home is to travel two hundred years into the past with a boy she can’t trust.


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