This is an excerpt from an action/mystery project in progress...

I had never dreamed that it could ever happen to me. No way in heaven or hell, I believed. At least, not until that phone call. The voice at the other end of the line eventually hung up, but not without the following words of caution...

"Mrs. Dumbo, let me remind you that no one, I repeat, no one, not even your husband must know about this conversation. Are we clear?"

"We’re clear," I mumbled," trying to shake off what was left of my drowsiness.  "I’m aware of

the severe consequences."

"Good. Now run along or go back to bed.  We'll be in touch again."

Back to bed? I think not! My feet refused to carry me. My pulse raced like an Indy 250 sports car. Why me? Why now? I wondered. This was the sort of thing one was supposed to see in the movies, read about in the morning papers or watch on the evening news. As I stood there frozen with fright;  nauseated by the anxiety of what I had been commanded to do, several ideas crossed my mind. Maybe they had it all wrong. Maybe I could really wiggle my way out...somehow. Maybe this mission was really for the greater good of this incredible land of the free; home of the brave. Just maybe...

To be continued...