To Catch a Tooth Fairy: a Short Story: The Mommy Mysteries, #8

By D.K. Greene

Mac Jones discovers a shocking plot to kidnap the tooth fairy.

She enlists her husband, Sam, to stop the sinister plot. Their first effort failed. Now, they're in a race against time to save the mythical creature.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.K. Greene
• Release date: Nov 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393861799

D.K. Greene

D.K. Greene writes at a small folding table below a tiny window overlooking a narrow street. While her work area is small, she has an overwhelmingly large imagination. It all comes out in strings of stories about family, fraud, and fatal events. Readers can get an insider's look at her upcoming projects, promotions and free stories by going to https://www.subscribepage.com/dkgreene

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Dedication

To Elise, the best tooth fairy there ever was.

To Catch a Tooth Fairy

The warbling scream outside was both familiar and frightening. Mac dropped the casserole dish she’d been washing in the sink and spun around to face the backyard. She shivered as the stoneware slid against dirty plates. A glass under the heavy dish shattered. Another shriek rang through the air. Mac ran out the back door in a panic and slid down the back steps. Slivers of wood embedded themselves in her skin as she grasped the roughhewn handrail for balance. In a spurt of home improvement two years ago, Sam had put the temporary rail up. He’d never come back to finish the job. Mac cursed, gritted her teeth, and forced her mind to focus not on the torn skin and throbbing muscle, but on the direction the shrieks had originated from.

One of the boys was hurt.

Mac held her injured hand against her body as she descended the last step. Head cocked, she listened for another cry. It came from the side yard. She hurried around the end of the shiplap siding, the path along the edge of the house coming into full view.

Ryan and Robby stood with their backs to her, huddled near the access stairs that led to the cellar. Mac had always hated the old-fashioned hatch on the side of the house. Its dual doors were hard to keep propped open. She worried one of them would slam shut on her head every time she climbed through them.