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Publié par | Untreed Reads |
Date de parution | 27 mars 2011 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781611870855 |
Langue | English |
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Motor City Wolf
By David Perlmutter
Copyright 2011 by David Perlmutter
Cover Copyright 2011 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Motor City Wolf
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The whole thing really began when Carl and I came across that dead body in the apartment. Nothing unusual about that, you say? You think eight-year-old Firebird scouts come across dead bodies every day in Detroit? Well, we do , sometimes. But we didn’t expect to find what this one would lead to….
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Through what I still consider to be a rather fixed drawing of names by rote, Carl and I were selected to be the ones to be the representatives of the Wayne County Firebirds—the troop and organization to which we belong—for our annual cookie fundraising drive. Mostly ’cause I think the rest of ’em don’t wanna waste time pulling a wagon-load of cookies up and down Woodward Avenue for a whole day. Be that as it may, we were in the process of trying to earn some cash through this systematic method of distribution when the strange things began happening. And, I mean strange —even for Detroit.
You, no doubt, are acquainted with this custom wherever you may live, because there likely are scouts like us who live there, too. And they probably use some variation of the sales pitch that we employ, which runs as follows:
Good morning/afternoon/evening, sir/madam. We represent the Firebird Scouts of [Wayne County], and we are offering today, for your enjoyment, this handmade assortment of cookies, which we hope will meet with your approval….