Easy Money

Once again Rusty's mind went back to the scene at the diner. What was he thinking! In the light of day the idea of searching for Brandi and the Hoove had lost some of its appeal. How the heck do I get myself into these things? It was a question Rusty had often asked himself over the years. There was the time at the bar when he'd talked to the rodeo circuit rider, next thing he knew he was sitting on a bronco ready for the chute to open. It sounded like easy money when cowboy Buck had described it. “You only have to stay on for 7 seconds and you're in the money!” Some money! His tailbone still hurt on rainy days. How about the time the student lab tech had lured him into the experimental study.”They pay good money and all you have to do is show up once a week for a small injection.” Yeah that was great! Especially if you end up smelling like a lilac for the rest of your life. It could have been worse, he'd heard horror stories about some of the other studies!

Rusty opened his new spiral notebook. A good detective has to write things down. As he stared at the blank page he tried to think of things he might need to write down. HOOVE: Where is he?

Satisfied he closed the notebook and picked up the phone.