Claudia yawned and stepped out into the pouring rain to fetch her morning paper. Moron paper boy no doubt had tossed it helter skelter over the fence again.
"No Christmas tip!" she murmured. Ah, there it was, in a puddle by the gate. At least the imbecile had put it in the required plastic sheath. But had he tossed another package too? A smaller plastic bag lay next to the Whisper Gap Gazette. She scampered out in the pouring rain, gathered both up and took them inside. Dabbing the smaller one with the hem of her pink terry robe, her heart raced. Claudia spied a camera through the foggy plastic. A tiny one...digital, shiny new. Unzipping the bag, she slipped it out. That lady loved a good mystery, so with a trembling finger, she turned it over and slid the back open. ...More