By Robert Asprin
FROM THE PAGES OF THE X-FILES.
SOMEONE OR whatever UNSEEN HAS BEEN ATTACKING FIONNA KENMARE, LEAD SINGER FOR THE IRISH ACID-FOLK ROCK BAND eco-friendly fireplace, approximately TO PLAY the most important live performance OF HER CAREER-AND SHE'S IN worry FOR HER LIFE.
ENTER LIZ MAYFIELD, certain AGENT FOR THE BRITISH GOV. place of work OF THE OCCULT & PARANORMAL SIGHTINGS INVESTIGATIONS. AND
BEAURAY BOUREAU FROM THE FBI
WHERE he is referred to as "BOO-BOO". AND HE does not HAVE THAT NICKNAME FOR NOTHING... BOUDREAU
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Beauray Boudreau, ma'am. Call me Boo-Boo. I'm supposed to be working with you. ” she asked. The man had very intense blue eyes that beamed with sincerity and savvy. His sharp cheekbones and nose outlined a mouth that was thin-lipped but quick to smile. His wrists and neck were whipcord thin, and they disappeared into a disreputable, ragged hunting jacket that might once have been khaki. His jeans were untidy and threadbare, and he wore sneakers without any socks. His blond hair was very short, but the severe cut didn't lend him an iota of respectability.
Just the kind of photo fans would love. Fionna signed her name through the bottom right corner of the photo over the back of the left hand and wrist, circling the capital F around a Claddagh hands-and-crownedheart ring on the forefinger. “Verona Lambert. ” Patrick read them off from his list. Fionna personalized each picture in turn. Liz, reading them upside down, realized that Fionna was making each dedication a little different than the others. A real pro, she thought with surprise. She'd been judging too much by the appearance.
Yes'm,” he said. “Oh! Well, yes,” Elizabeth said to this apparition, trying to collect her thoughts. ” Boudreau laughed heartily. “Don't blame you none for being skittish. You're new around here. I know a lot of visitors think all of us Americans must be gangsters or hillbillies, but we're more than we seem. We're kinda used to it. Oh, by the way,” he reached into one of the dozens of pockets that made up—nearly held together—the body of the hunting jacket. He presented her with a manila envelope that had been folded twice to fit in a pocket.
License Invoked by Robert Asprin