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The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 2The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 2 by MisterMistoffelees
2 La Vida Loca
The name Abbie Dwight, spelled with its characteristic “-ie” on the end, meant nothing to executive producer Don Kurtzman. Being neither a committed news junkie nor an avid reader, he knew little to nothing about Abbie Dwight or Abby Dwight. Not until he made his personal visit next day did he realize what a PR gold mine his blind grab into the WCCY barrel had produced; not until he saw the little face and scarred neck did he remember the nationwide news drama of now nearly three years ago, the horrifyingly murderous spree of John Michael Walton which had so riveted the nation, and these two bits of human flotsam from his rampage. But the third face—the invited friend—he knew immediately, the perky freckled face, gray-green eyes, and glossy black locks of Serenity Mabrey still fresh in his mind from its laundering in the news cycle. Her captive sojourn at the hands of that wacked-out Dr. Ne
The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 1The On-Location Mystery, Chapter 1 by MisterMistoffelees
The Snowden Junior Snoops and the On-Location Mystery
By Mister Mistoffelees
1 Many Will Enter
She was a girl of about ten years, with long silky blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes lighting a charming girl-next-door face. The big blue orbs particularly lit her troubled face at the moment, for she sat against a thick steel-tube post in a dank, dark basement, her slender arms pulled tightly behind the post and bound at the wrists, her mouth covered with a wide strip of cloth tied over it, accentuating her desperately flashing eyes. The school uniform she wore—the dark-burgundy jacket and white blouse with striped burgundy-and-yellow Oakcrest School necktie, burgundy-and yellow plaid pleated skirt, white knee socks and low-heeled loafers—was mildly disheveled from her struggles against the rope which bound her hands behind her and her feet stretched out before her on the dirt floor of the old basement in
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The home of The Snowden Snoops, a whole troop of intrepid, spunky, bright, adventurous girl sleuths of all ages who track down the bad guys (and bad girls too!) in their hometown of Snowden and its environs. And boy, are there ever lots of mysteries there! And lots of perils for spunky Snoops to fall into!...|
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