The Fear Hunter (Agatha Bright Mysteries, #1)

by Elise Sax

“What the hell is going on?” Irving demanded loudly after a moment. “Blue men shouldn’t be allowed to just walk around wherever they want with their peckers in the wind!” He wagged his finger at his wife. “And don’t tell me I’m misogynist just because I don’t like blue people!” “That’s not misogynist, Irving!” she yelled back at him, exasperated. “That’s racist!”

“What’s Area 38?” I asked, keeping my voice low. “Secret government experiments. Damned fascist Nazis,” one of the brothers explained. “Fascist Nazis are bad,” I agreed. “What kind of experiments?” “Experiments that make men glow, for one. And worse. Much worse,” another brother said. “Worse sounds bad,” I breathed.

They were attractive and well-dressed, which in this town, meant that they were wearing closed-toed shoes.

“Do you want syrup with your pancakes, or do you want some of my gooseberry jam?” Auntie Ida asked Auntie Tilly, changing the subject. “I just put some up last week. It’s so good, you’ll want to slap someone.” “I always want to slap someone. But give me some of that jam, anyway,” Auntie Tilly said.

News of Felicia’s disappearance had spread like wildfire. It was the most exciting thing that had happened in Sea Breeze since the two for one special at the tackle shop last January.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” she squeaked, running through the shop toward the kitchen. “I know I promised you I would take care of things today, Agatha, but a lizard got into my apartment. So, I had to save it and return it to the wild, but it got under my dresser, and I went to catch it while I, you know, tried to calm it and assure it that I wasn’t going to harm it. But then I got stuck under the dresser for fifteen minutes. I finally got out, but the dresser broke and crashed onto the lizard, killing it. So, then I had to bury it, and my outfit got dirty from that, so I had to get dressed again, but I had nothing to go with my purple shirt. And you get the picture.”