Fiction, Jack

Jack and The Fountain of Youth — 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.


Continued from Installment 29


“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 shook her head at the memory. “Anyway, the little crook is in jail now.”

Jack asked, “You’re sure he’s the vandal?”

The sheriff avoided his gaze. “He’s been in the area a few days. 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 had a bad feeling about the way Sheriff Garrison had answered his question—or rather, not answered his question.

The sheriff said, “That’s what Cori said when I stopped at the hospital to let her know. 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 as the boy, hunched over the handlebars of his bike like a motocross racer, pedaled furiously toward them. “He always seems to know where you are.”

“He wants to be a deputy when he grows up,” Nessa said, and 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’s why you follow the sheriff around,” Jack said. “But how do you always know where she’s 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 shot an anxious glance toward the sheriff. “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.

The Demise of Fyne Literature. Who killed Fyne Literature? The Fictional Book Investigation Agency is on the case—and the lead investigator is closer to the culprit than he realizes.

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

Walled In. When her father is accused of fraud, seventeen year old Vandy Spencer discovers her entire life has been built on a heart-shattering deception.

Taxing Pecksniffery. Flying frizzles! The year is 2176, a rebellion is brewing, and the boss wants a recon report. Ichann Count is all wet as a spy, but she plunges into the fray. Will she emerge with her memory banks intact?


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