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    Snap-A-Trap, Inc.
    Snap-A-Trap, Inc.
    Snap-A-Trap, Inc.
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    Snap-A-Trap, Inc.

    By Louisa Swann

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    What do trolleys, bananas, and impudent fairies have in common? A fairy hunter named Zola and her newest blind date: Milton B. Flannigan, III. Unfortunately, dear old Miltie isn't everything he's been made out to be. He's more. Then again, so is Zola. Find out just how wrong a date can go in this laugh-out-loud tale from the streets of San Francisco.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEye of the Eagle
    Release dateJan 6, 2012
    ISBN9781465973887
    Snap-A-Trap, Inc.
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    Louisa Swann

    Louisa is a professional writer living in northern California with husband, son, and a slew of critters, both domestic and wild. The family has been off the grid for over twenty years and keeps their carbon footprint small by doing without frig and water heater. Besides writing and caring for critters, both two-legged and four-legged, Louisa is the proud mama of a host of other little beings, namely veggies and flowers, who live in their 8′x16′ greenhouse. Springs fills the air with flowers and song while frogs leap merrily underfoot. Life is sweet!

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      Snap-A-Trap, Inc. - Louisa Swann

      Snap-A-Trap, Inc.

      Louisa Swann

      Published by Eye of the Eagle Press at Smashwords

      Copyright by Louisa M. Swann 2011

      Story first appeared in the Mystery Date anthology

      published by DAW (2008)

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      Snap-A-Trap, Inc.

      San Francisco, California. A city that’s been shaken more times than a Double-O martini and lived to brag about it.

      The city was shaking again today, but it wasn’t the Big One everyone was waiting for. Just enough of a shaker to make my current position—head and shoulders wedged under a wrought iron bench—rather uncomfortable.

      No need to brace myself. The shake, rattle, and roll faded away like a disappointed sigh, carrying with it the fear of 750,000 residents.

      Oh, well. There’s always next time.

      Right now I had a job to do. The same job I’d been doing for hundreds of years—catch mischievous faeries and send them back over the rainbow where they belong.

      I’d survived tsunamis, Mark Twain, and the stock market crash. Quakes were no big deal—except for days like today when I was out on a hunt. Tremors sent my quarry skittering for cover. One breath they were there; the next breath they were gone.

      I could swear I heard a giggle as I shoved myself further under the bench. Concrete bruised my knees and a pebble

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