Zero Hour: Eight – Spasmolytic

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Eight – Spasmolytic Was there anything more fun than spending an evening in a Tim Horton’s with a slightly stoned stripper? If there was, she didn’t want to know about it. Seriously, she didn’t. Coffee just made a drunk person more alert, contrary to mythology – it didn’t sober them up. So she didn’t expect good things from combining a moccahino with whatever pills Jody/Kristal was currently on. She sat across the small plastic table from her, so Shan was closest, although out of the direct line of fire in case she projectile vomited. Jody was loopy and just barely conscious half the time, but this made her far more malleable. She easily agreed to what they wanted her to do, even though they had to...

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Zero Hour: Seven – Somebody to Shove

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Seven – Somebody to Shove We have to get out of here,” she told him quietly, keeping her head ducked down like she was looking for a crumb on the wood grain table. Shan looked around, but carefully, trying not to seem too suspicious. “Why? What’s wrong?” “There’s a guy in here who can’t see me. He’ll recognize me and blow the whole deal.” He looked around again, but let his eyes settle on the jailbait twirling around the pole. “Who? Somebody from Vancouver?” “Something like that. I’m sick, and you have to help me outta here.” “Huh?” She glared up at him through her reading glasses, which distorted his face ever so slightly. “My cover story, why you have to get me out of the club now....

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Zero Hour: Six – Yawning or Snarling

Troubleshooter Zero Hour by Andrea Speed Six – Yawning or Snarling Shan was staring, so she grabbed the back of his head and turned his face away before they could notice. “Don’t do that,” she whispered harshly. “What the fuck are we going to do?” he whispered back, starting to look slightly panicked. “We are going to finish our drinks with due haste, and move on to Spank. He’ll probably be here a while, soaking up the atmosphere.” That last bit was sarcastic, and she wasn’t sure if he got it or not, because he was resolutely looking down into his drink, and pretending – badly – not to be nervous. Suddenly he looked at her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “In due haste? Who in the hell ever says that?” Oh great. He could forget...

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