The Miss Fortune Series: Bubba Dub Dub (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Miss Chance meets Miss Fortune Book 2)

Felicity Chance returns to Sinful looking for a message from her father. Following a trail of clues Felly hopes will help her find him, she enlists the invaluable…and distracting…aid of Swamp Team 3. Unfortunately their search is complicated by the usual things—Carter and new mayor Celia Arceneaux have made it their mission to keep a close eye on Swamp Team 3 plus 1. The team also finds itself running from the Russian Mafia as well as the local bad guys. Will Felly and the Swamp Team find her father before all the bad guys do? Or will she get bogged down by the swamp, and sucked into the muck of her father’s shady past?

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Gertie dragged her purse across the counter and started digging through it. She pulled a small canon out and set it aside on the counter. Next came a pair of brass knuckles, a weighted black leather bludgeon, a small knife, a baton, a canister of mace, handcuffs, something that looked like a leather whip and last but not least, a bottle of water and a hand towel. She looked at me. “Take your pick.”

“What are the water and towel for?” Fortune asked.

I was glad she asked because I was dying to and was afraid I’d look stupid.

“Water boarding.” Gertie said it like she was telling us the color of the sky.

We all stared at her.

“What? You never know when we’re gonna need to torture some information out of somebody.”

“Good idea,” Ida Belle said. “We can start with Celia.”

I grinned. From listening to the three women rant and rave on the drive back to Sinful, I knew that Celia Arceneaux, the town’s temporary mayor, was not their favorite person.

Fortune nearly spit beer across the table. When she’d finally forced it down her throat she nodded. “We can make her tell us how she managed to rig the votes to beat Marie.”

“Word,” Gertie offered as if the response clarified everything.

I wasn’t sure it did, but I loved the way she said it anyway. “I’ll just take the Mace. I feel reasonably confident I can handle that without maiming anybody.”

Gertie handed me the canister. “I think you’re missing the point of having a weapon.”

“Word,” Ida Belle agreed.