Calamity Jayne and the Campus Caper by Kathleen Bacus

Author:Kathleen Bacus [Bacus, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2014-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

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Dixie and I were late getting to Camp Dodge, and by the time we'd made it through the various checkpoints and down to the obstacle course, it was almost eleven.

I greeted Patrick with my "Shy Di" look, still kind of ill at ease after our kiss the night before.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Frankie said. "I was beginning to worry."

Dixie filled the men in on our conversation with Trevor.

"It's still speculation," Frankie said, "but it is interesting. And maybe you can use it to lean on Childers," he said, speaking to Patrick. "Maybe pressure him to turn on Danbury—if there's anything there, that is."

Patrick nodded. "It's useful information," he said. "Way to go, Starsky and Hutch." He grinned.

"I'm Starsky," I said. I pointed at Dixie. "She's Hutch."

"You can't be Starsky," Dixie said. "Starsky has dark hair. Hutch is the blonde."

"Owen Wilson played Hutch and he has, like, this monstrous nose," I said. "Look. Look at this nose." I turned so the other three could see my profile. I pointed at the cartilage in the middle of my face. "Tell me this is even close to an Owen Wilson nose. I may have a butt that is all over the place, but my nose is tiny and cute and adorable."

"Well, you can't be Starsky," Dixie said.

"Why not?"

"You're blond and you're too tall! That's why!

"Ladies, ladies!" Patrick put his hands up. "Let's pretend I said Cagney and Lacey instead of Starsky and Hutch."

"Oh, nice. And I supposed Blondie there gets to be Cagney and I have to be horse-face Lacey," Dixie said.

"If the horse face fits, wear it," I said.

"Would you two just can it?" Frankie snapped. "We're here to see if we have the right stuff to be professional law enforcement officers, and you two want to quibble about which of you is going to be which made-up character. Doesn't that sound a bit immature?"

"She started it!" I yelled, pointing at Dixie.

Frankie shook his head. "Carry on, Patrick," he said. For the first time I noticed what Frankie was wearing. He had on a pair of dark blue zippered coveralls.

I lowered an eyebrow. "Uh, what are you wearing there, Frankie?"

"Academy-issued coveralls," Patrick said. "I brought one for each of you." He handed both Dixie and me a pair.

"What are these for?" I asked, unfolding mine and holding it out in front of me. "Hey, look! Give me a Captain Kirk mask, and I'm Michael freakin' Myers!"

"Grow up!" Dixie snapped, obviously still bent about the Starsky/Hutch/Cagney/Lacey thing. She unfolded her coveralls and started to climb into them.

"You'd better do some growing of your own if you plan to run in those things," I said, laughing when I saw how the hems dragged the ground on her.

"At least I can get mine zipped up," she said, watching as I struggled to get the zipper of my coveralls up over my rhinestone belt buckle.

"Patrick must've picked up a small thinking that was my size, right, Patrick?" I said, giving him a go-along-with-me-or-suffer-the consequences look.

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