Conspiracies and Stuff: A Dreamland Junction Mystery Read Free Page A

anyone knew where the boy might be.”
    “Really?”
    Now this was interesting. A woman dies mysteriously on a dark highway, and now her kid is missing.
    It almost sounded like an average day in Dreamland Junction.
    “Maybe she left him with a friend … or his dad,” I offered hopefully.
    Exposing strange conspiracies was one thing, but the thought of something happening to a kid was like getting punched in the stomach.
    Lavern shrugged. “I didn’t know Molly that well. She moved in about a month ago and mostly kept to herself, but I did talk with her a couple of times. From what she said, her and the kid were on their own. She claimed his father was dead and she had no living relatives. I can’t imagine she would have known anyone in town well enough to leave little Sean with them.”
    There was no time to comment. The buzzer that I had belted around my waist, began vibrating, which meant I had a new customer in my section.
    “Hold that thought. We’ll talk some more on my next break,” I told her.
    At least I hoped we would talk more on my next break. If Nikki didn’t make it in for her shift, we’d be lucky to get a break, and most of the time, Nikki didn’t make it in when she was scheduled to work on Sunday mornings.
    I was pretty sure the only reason Rafe kept her on was because she was young and pretty, which meant she drew in the men.
    The morning crowd was beginning to thin out. This made spotting my new customer easy. He was sitting in a corner booth, facing the window, with his back toward me.
    Grabbing a menu and a glass of water, I made my way to his table.
    When he looked up and smiled at, I nearly dropped the glass of water I was getting ready to set on the table.
    “Hello there,” he said, his smile widening to reveal a set of perfect teeth.
    “Hah?” I managed, as I forced my lungs to take in some air.
    “I said hello,” he repeated.
    “Oh yeah … a, hello.” I stammered as I tried to hand him the menu, but he held up his hand.
    “I think I’ll just have a cup of coffee.”
    “Sure. Do you take anything in it?” I asked, still not quite sure I could believe what I was seeing.
    He had the eyes - the eyes from my dreams. I would have known those eyes anywhere. They were the most stunning color of blue, almost luminous.
    “No, just plain.”
    Running to get his coffee, I couldn’t help myself; I had to steal a glance at him over my shoulder.
    Wow! Talk about a hottie. Just from what I’d seen, this guy had a body that wouldn’t quit, topped off with gorgeous, sun bleached blond hair that curled around his neck, and a deeply tanned complexion.
    He was all male, and just being near him brought up thoughts better left in the bedroom, or a cold shower in my case.
    But why had I been dreaming about him, or more accurately, his eyes?
    I was sure I’d never seen him in the Landing before. He was definitely the kind of guy you’d remember; at least you would if you had any female hormones running through your body at all.
    I quickly came to the conclusion that I must have had some ESP going on or something. It wasn’t unusual for me to get glimpses of the future, but usually they came in the form of a flash picture, instead of dreams.
    If my dreams were really my ESP kicking in, it must mean that meeting him was important for some reason or another.
    Returning to his table, I set the cup in front of him and poured his coffee.
    “Thanks.” He gave me another heart-stopping smile.
    “You’re welcome.” It was all I could think to say.
    What was wrong with me? I usually didn’t act so goofy around guys. Sure he was hot, but still just a guy.
    I figured it might have something to do with the earth shattering orgasm this guy had given me the night before. Well, at least someone with the same eyes had been responsible for me having one heck of a good time while I slept.
    Finally I got up the nerve to ask, “Do I know you from somewhere?”
    The laughter I saw in his eyes was both