Chapter 21
NOON
THERE’S A JESTER IN TOWN
By Tracy Frost
Instead of writing the news, today I am the news. And I’m going to explain why.
This morning started like any other lazy Sunday morning. I was minding my own business, deciding what to do with my day.
That decision was taken out of my hands when a cryptic message about wanting to play a game popped into my inbox. Intrigued, I opened the email to find that it wasn’t the hoax I thought it was.
The email contained clear and concise instructions for the game from someone who calls himself the Jester.
My first instruction was to make contact with a high-ranking police officer who would share my opinion that this was a serious matter.
The response of the police was both swift and decisive. A team was assembled immediately to await the first clue.
Solving the clue led the team to the Saltwells Nature Reserve, where they found a box.
I’m not at liberty to reveal the contents of the box, but the Jester is serious about his game, and there are another thirty-one hours to go.
What is his motive?
What does he want?
What is his endgame?
This is not a hoax.