Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Installment 31

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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 30

 

A smile played around the corners of Sheriff Garrison’s mouth. “No, it isn’t. In fact, I’m impressed by your interest, Tenspot. We’ll have to arrange for you to come with me on patrol.”

“A ride-along?” Tenspot bounded into the air, one fist raised over his head, and whooped. “When? Can I come with you right now?”

Nessa chuckled, and Sheriff Garrison said, “I’ll need talk to your dad first.”

“Oh.” The excitement on the boy’s face dimmed. “He’ll prob’ly say no.”

“We’ll see about that.” Sheriff Garrison pulled open the door of her cruiser. She paused, listening, as the radio burped something Jack couldn’t quite catch, then looked up. “I nearly forgot to give you the latest update on our newest storm. Lulu’s grown into a category two hurricane. She’s expected to make landfall early tomorrow morning, close to Everyoung. Two big storms this close together is nearly unheard of. In fact, they’re calling it a once-in-five-hundred-years event. Anyway, emergency resources will be stretched thin. Be sure you secure the greenhouse, Nessa.”

“Thanks for the warning, Sheriff. I’ll take care of it.”

“Have that tree along the drive taken care of, too,” the sheriff added before she drove off.

As soon as the patrol car disappeared, Tenspot picked up his bike. “I’d better get home. Dad doesn’t know I’m gone. I sure hope he says I can ride with Sheriff Garrison.”

Jack frowned. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“Sometimes he does things I don’t understand. He yells an awful lot since Mom left. I think it’s ‘cuz we don’t have any money.” Tenspot stared at the ground. “My aunt pays for everythin’.”

Jack watched Tenspot kick at the sand. The kid had just confirmed why he’d called in the tip to the Pryer. But didn’t he know he’d only be paid if the story was verifiable?

Tenspot glanced at Nessa. “Did Harey come back?”

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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:

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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