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“I don’t see why I have to wear this – it’s completely impractical! How would you ever, ever fix anything if you have to worry about getting a run in your stockings?”
Steve just shrugged, again. “Orissa, it’s just a swimsuit with garters on it. And it’s all for show. We need hot-blooded backers for finance. So a little leg, a little suggestion, then their blood heats up and loosens their checkbooks.”
“But that’s just your theory. I’d rather be tuning that new carburetor for the meet.”
“Better you than me. And that hired model bugged out at the last minute. Besides, you’re the best judge of character we’ve got. We don’t want ringers, we want real angels.”
He had me there. One look in any man’s eyes and I could tell the real deal from the wannabes.
Then I saw him. That one…
Tragedy struck. And I never had a reason to smile after that funeral.
Or talk to anyone other than I had to. I’d rather sit in my room and re-read my Nancy Drew and Box Car Children books.
Until my Dad brought home a puppy from a farmer down the road – last of the litter. Dad got this dog to cheer me up, and give me someone to be with me while he was at work. Because I hadn’t smiled or hardly talked since the funeral
Me and my pup were a lot alike. All alone. Blond hair. So I named her Kat.
Dad thought it was my odd sense of humor. You see, my name is Kathleen, they cally me Cathy. And I always wanted a sister. Adults explain it as an “alter-ego”. What do they know – really?
When Kat started talking to me inside my mind, we got to know each other best. And soon I smiled – but just to her. There was still some things unexplained about of how my mother died. And those still made me sad.
Until Kat told me she’d help me solve that mystery…
The body disappeared, the witnesses forgot their stories. And I had 24 hours to solve the mystery before all the evidence vanished.
I had no memory of how this all started. Only that I was brought in to solve a mystery in 24 hours before I had to move to my next assignment. Because I’m a time-jumper. And I go where I’m sent.
Because I’m damned good at figuring things out. You don’t have to have a string of degrees behind your name to figure out things.
The trick is, I “borrow” someone else’s body while I’m on the job, for the time I’m here.
All I know on this job had a missing corpse already. And it happened when no one was around to see, on a government naval base in the heart of New York. Where sub-contractors came and went constantly.
I just had to solve it faster than the witnesses either “forgot” or “disappeared.”
Like I said, I had only 24 hours.
When the hamburgers all disappeared, along with the buns I was warming, I thought I was seeing things.
But when my spatula went through the cast-iron grill top – I had to let it go out of reflex. No way was I going after it. I’d been burned too many times.
It wasn’t like I had a choice after that. Because the grill itself dropped out through the bottom of the rolling coach we were cooking from that summer.
I looked up at Hami, my order-taker, partner, and lover – only to see her fall through the floor as well. She had a look of shock on her face and was trying to say something, but frozen in time.
Then the coach disappeared, and I fell with it – but only as far as the pavement it used to be parked on. I could see the asphalt beneath my feet at least.
Until it turned to some sort of foamy waves lapping on a beach I’d never seen before. Green hard-packed sand. Green water. And a long white line that went down this beach like it was some sort of dual-lane highway.
In the distance, this shimmery circle thing. Down that “highway”.
Oh, what the hell. Nothing else out here but sand and water. Might as wellcheck it out…
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