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He sat in his chair with his back to his desk, brooding.


He didn’t look up. “I hope you have good news for me.”

His nephew shuffled his feet. “Well…”

He swung his chair around to look at the boy. “Well?”

“There’s been another murder,” he said quietly. “But this time,” he continued hurriedly, seeing the anger in his uncle’s face, “This time there was a witness who escaped. We know the identity of the killer.”

“Excellent. And what do you intend to do with that information?”

The nephew ran to the door. “I brought the finest, sir. The best bounty hunter money can buy.”

The door opened, and a scruffy figure with a big bag entered.

“Maverick Jones, at your service,” he said.

“Maverick Jones,” the uncle repeated. “Bounty hunter. What makes you think that you can deal with our little… problem?”

With a wink, the bounty hunter opened his bag and pulled out a rocket launcher that was almost as big as he was. Helpfully, it was labelled “Bazooka” on one side.

“I never miss.”

Uncle and nephew exchanged approving looks.

“Half now, half on completion,” the elder said.

“Your target,” said the nephew, “Is a nine inch tall, white furred feline, answering to the name of Mop.”

Maverick Jones nodded, his ears twitching with excitement. “So the rumours were true. Well, congratulations, sirs. You have chosen the right mouse for the job. Maverick Jones will not rest until the killer Mop is brought to justice!”

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note- The first year I won NaNoWriMo, I used a lot of dares. One of them resulted in the appearance of Maverick Jones, the mouse bounty hunter on the trail of an infamous killer…)