Page 3 of One for the Money

Alright, cool. But yeah, our bikers are incredible, we’ve got a contortionist, some jugglers…

Bobby:

Juggling? Sounds lame as fuck.

Jude:

Alright, you wanna come juggle some axes?

Bobby:

I stand corrected.

Jude:

But I think we’re best known for the Twisted Twins.

Bobby:

Oh, what’s so twisted? Do they fuck or something?

Jude:

…. No. They’re a blind folded, high-flying trapeze act put on by identical twins who are anything but.

Bobby:

Well, that’s almost as good.

Jude:

Anyways… We’re here for three nights only, and then we’re gone, so if you want to know more, you’ll have to come check out the show. Tickets are only thirty-five dollars.

Bobby:

Where are you set up?

Jude:

Goldcrest Fairgrounds.

Bobby:

Anything else my listeners should know about this hardcore Alpha entertainment?

Jude:

Yeah. Expect the unexpected, and come ready to have your limits tested.

Chapter 1

I’m not a liar,but I have been known to bend the truth a little when needed. And in my defence, this is a situation where the truth was not an option I could entertain.

I needed an escape, and I needed one fast.

Which is why I’m standing in what is usually the empty Goldcrest Fairgrounds, staring at a massive gray striped tent, with everything I own that is worth saving shoved into two carry-on-sized suitcases at my feet.

It’s a gorgeous day, a stark contrast to the tempest that brews within me, but at least it’s not raining. No one wants to start their new job soaked to the bone.