Jungle Bungle: a Short Story: The Mommy Mysteries, #10

By D.K. Greene

Mac Jones receives a terror-filled call from her sister-in-law...

A predator is on the loose, and Mac's nephew is to blame.

Can Mac catch the creature before it's too late?

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.K. Greene
• Release date: Dec 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393476955

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 Scamp’s Pet Center, which taught me everything I ever needed to know about life and lizards.

Jungle Bungle

Mac groaned to herself and cursed the heavens. The world was in chaos, just like every other day. The boys drove her crazier than a ferret on a unicycle. Since they’d added Grant to the family, that was a comparison she was comfortable making.

Thankfully, they’d gone to the neighbors for a play date. So far, Connie hadn’t called to complain, so Mac assumed nothing was on fire. Yet.

Her phone trembled deep in her pocket. Sam had cracked her password the night before and changed her ringtone while she’d been distracted by the household circus. The familiar introduction to Ice Ice Baby pulsed through the terrycloth fabric and implanted itself firmly in her mind. By the time she pressed the button to answer, she hummed the grating tune.

Word to your motha, she answered.

Becca’s voice skittered through the speaker. Mac! Are you busy? Please tell me you’re not busy.

Hey, Becca. I’m not exactly sitting around watching the paint dry. Mac pinched the phone between her ear and shoulder and pulled a wad of clothes from the dryer. "I have a