The Other Shoe

By P.B. Cannon

It’s been two years since the run-in with a faction of evil that was trying to kidnap a friend of the werewolves, Cady and Sam. Since then, things have been pretty quiet in their little para community in the town of Matthews, N.C., where they live with their now twelve-year-old daughter, Annamae. There has been no more unwanted activity from the dark side.
Halloween is rolling around again, and while no one in their neighborhood ever decorates for the holiday and never take their kids out for trick-or-treating, the kids from regular neighborhoods always seem to know to come ringing their doorbells for great sweet loot. Knowing this year would be the same, they’ve stocked up on candy and prepared for the little treat-seekers to show up.
Would everything stay as quiet and uneventful as they think?

• Language: English
• Publisher: P.B. Cannon
• Release date: Oct 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370586905

P.B. Cannon

P.B. Cannon was born and raised in Charlotte, NC, and though she has visited other cities and states, she has a preference for Charlotte and expects to live there for the rest of her life.She is a teller of tales who enjoys concocting yarns of science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, and other stuff. She relishes reading, drawing and painting, walking, working crossword puzzles, and she likes to dance.She is a retired electronics technician and admits to having worked at a variety of other jobs during her life, including being a dishwasher, a busgirl, a housemaid, a motel/hotel maid, working in a fast-food joint, a telephone operator, and a store clerk. There have been other, even-less-glamorous jobs.She also daydreams a lot.

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The Other Shoe

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P.B. Cannon

The Other Shoe Copyright© 2016 by P.B. Cannon

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed herein are imaginary, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.

Contains some instances of violence and profanity

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Other Works by Bea Cannon

About the Author

Chapter One

Halloween was not my most favorite time of the year. In fact, it wasn’t a favorite for my entire neighborhood, including the kids.

Still, every year, we stocked up on candy, put on the porch light, and waited for all the little trick-or-treaters from other neighborhoods because it never failed that they would show up on our doorsteps. We never decorated, never dressed up to greet them, and none of our children ever went out with begging-bags in hand to collect those little super-sweet candy bars and packages of specially wrapped bites of sugary concoctions, but somehow, they always managed to find us anyway.

I’d been busy working a lot of overtime (suddenly, the barbershop was getting a slew of new customers--I even had to work a half-day on Saturdays for the last month), and Sandy, a good friend and also my next-door neighbor, was busy helping a client with a matter of retrieving a bunch of stolen pieces of antique jewelry. So, neither of us were able to candy shop until the last minute (Sam, darn ‘im, kept forgetting to pick any up, and Sandy’s guy, Lars, was just as absentminded about it as Sam).

After loading up our carts with regular groceries, we were going through the picked-over candy shelves at the Harris-Teeter trying to decide if we had enough of the kind that the little pes… um, the little darlings… who came to our doors seemed to prefer, which were, of course, the most expensive name-brand sweets in the store.

There were a lot of those left, but most of the cheaper, not-so-popular ones that we usually bought to balance out our stashes had already been taken. Not surprising since we were just hours away from crowded doorsteps. Lucky kids. This meant they were going to get more of the name-brand stuff.

I think they can sniff us out, grumbled Sandy.

You’re probably right, I agreed. It did seem that the kids homed in on the neighborhoods where they knew they could score the most sweet loot.

Their parents brought them, cruising up and down