One Bad Bounce and You're Toast

I’d really been looking forward to a night on the town, showing the sexy Justice why Fort Walton, Indiana was known as the Paris of the Midwest. Okay, not really, but he doesn’t know that. Wink, wink. Unfortunately, instead of my sexy new over-the-knee boots, I’m wearing clunky work boots, and slogging through mud in search of patient zero for a new contagion. Good times.

 

My name is Raelene Kitt. My friends call me Rae. Not Kit Kat or Kitten, despite what my ex-husband told the local newspaper. Bless his heart. I’m a traveler. Not the suitcase-bearing, sunscreen-wearing, snotty-hotel-clerk-glaring kind of traveler. I chase interdimensional boundary breakers and bring them to justice. I've been told I'm competent at my job.


Competent. 


I'm going to need to raise that bar a bit if I'm going to survive a rogue virus, crazy aliens, my daughter's sudden interest in my work, a hostile mayor, a randy governor, and a goofy Hellhound who's decided I'm his favorite pet. Sigh. All I wanted was a night out on the town with Justice. 


Instead, I've been charged with finding Justice for all. I'm seriously toast.