Shitake Happens: (A Shitake Mystery Series Prequel)

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Author: Patricia Mason
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big blue eyes and size D breasts. Tracy, clutching a magazine to her chest, glanced in either direction as if expecting to be hit by a sudden approaching bus. Then her furtive glance flittered between Mo and Harry.
    "Don't be nervous, honey," Harry said as she moved to take Tracy by the arm. The boss led Tracy into her office and helped her to a seat as if she were an invalid.
    Mo and Clarence followed them. After they'd all been introduced to one another, Mo took the second chair opposite Harry's desk. Clarence lurked in the corner of the office, chewing his fingernails.
    "What can we do for you?" Mo asked.
    Tracy glanced over her shoulder at the receptionist. "Clarence and I are in the same filmmaking class at the college. He said you might be able to ease my mind. I'm worried about my fiancé. We're supposed to get married next month and I..."
    "She's worried he might cheat on her," Clarence inserted.
    Tracy nodded and held out the magazine she'd been clutching. "My fiancé is very handsome. Before we got engaged he was even featured in Southern Today magazine."
    Mo paged through until she came upon the article entitled "The South's most eligible bachelors" and scanned until she found Savannah's entry: Meteorologist Wallace Williams who had just moved to Savannah from California to work for a local station. A handsome man in his thirties with tanned skin, white teeth and sun bleached hair, smiled up at Mo from the photograph. Even though attractive, he seemed a bit too plastic for Mo's personal taste—almost like a Malibu Ken doll.
    Tracy stared at her expectantly as if waiting for Mo to compliment her fiancé.
    "Wallace Williams." Mo nodded. "Cool name. Sort of inverse of Braveheart."
    Tracy's brows converged into a confused vee as she cocked her head.
    "You know?" Mo continued. "William Wallace?   Mel Gibson played...Never mind."
    "I don't have to worry about you going after my fiancé, do I?" Tracy asked, shooting Mo a narrow-eyed gaze.
    "Just because I said he has a cool name?" Mo resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "No. This assignment will be strictly business."
    After a few seconds of considering Mo in silence, Tracy turned back to Harry. "The way Wallace and I met was so wonderfully romantic. He saved my life."
    "Really?" Harry asked. "That's amazing."
    "A sudden storm whipped up while I was driving. The flooding was worse than I thought. And when I got to a section of road that dipped under an overpass, my car stalled. The water started rising and rising until it was halfway up the car window. And...I started to panic. I knew I was about to die. But Wallace saw my car. He waded through the murky water, broke the window out and pulled me to safety."
    "I see that here in the magazine," Mo said, glancing at the article and then read aloud. "'Wallace is a real life hero, having saved a woman from drowning in a flash flood.'"
    "It's like we were destined to be together." Tracy's head bobbed vigorously. "And Wallace tells me every day that he loves me but...I want to be sure before the wedding."
    "Do you think he's having an affair?" Harry asked.
    "No. I'm just afraid he might in the future," Tracy replied. "And since Wallace thinks I'll be out of town for the weekend, this is the perfect time to test him."
    "You want someone to try to bait him into cheating on you...A honey trap?" Mo asked.
    "Yes," Clarence said. "That's it exactly. See, I told you Mo would know what to do."
    Tracy examined Mo up and down. "Miss Tuttle isn't really his type. Wallace likes girls that look like me."
    Clarence made a pffft sound and brushed aside the comment with a wave of his hand. "We can take care of that."
    "I'm not dying my hair." Mo crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips.
    Clarence pulled her out of the chair and into the corner. "Ixnay on the airhay."
    "What?" Mo asked.
    Harry sprang up and joined them in the corner and whispered, "Clarence means that you're the only female operative we have right now. Don't scare the

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