Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Installment 84

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JACK AND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
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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Continued from Installment 83
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Jack felt Nessa clutch his arm and knew she had instantly thought of Bradley. He said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Liaberco.”

“I’ll spell it out for you.” Mr. Liaberco reached inside his raincoat and pulled three sheets of paper from an inner pocket. He waved them at Jack, tightening his grip when a rush of wind tugged at the edges. “This is an analysis of a water sample supposedly taken from the Fountain of Youth.”

Jack’s fists clenched. He took a step forward. “You’re the one who broke into the greenhouse last night and took the jar?”

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***** 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:

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