For the record, I am not a morning person. Especially
not this morning, because, technically, I believe it was so
early, it still might qualify as being the middle of the
night. Still, the hour did nothing to dampen my producer's
enthusiasm while discussing the next shooting location for
our cable TV show, Ghoul Getters. "I know you guys don't
want to hear too much about the history of the place we're
investigating," Peter Gophner-aka Gopher-was saying as the
entire cast and crew were seated around a table at a small
café in the airport, "but in this case, I really think it's
necessary."
I felt something heavy hit my shoulder, and when I
turned, I saw my best friend's head resting on my shoulder.
"Gil," I whispered, nudging him with my elbow.
"ZZZZZZZZZ . . . ," he snored.
My fellow ghostbuster, Heath, laughed quietly. "He's out
cold," he said. "He looked pretty wiped out when we left
the hotel."
"ZZZZZZZ . . . ," Gilley agreed.
I sighed, yawned, and tried to focus on the map Gopher
was laying out on the table. "As you know from your
tickets, we're heading to Ireland. From the airport we'll
travel by car to the village of Dunlee and check in at our
lodgings. Once we get a little rest, we'll head here."
Blearily I followed Gopher's finger, which had zipped
over the map to rest on a small X that seemed to be just
off the coastline of the channel that ran between Scotland
and Ireland. "Are we going scuba diving?" I asked.
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