Unable to plot the kidnapping of the Prime for the third Hidden Legacy Book, I pulled out the white dry erase board, but couldn’t find any markers. I really needed the markers. I drove to Office Depot, trying to concentrate on the road and not the kidnapping buzzing in my head.
Sleepy-looking dude: Can I help you?
Me: Don’t say kidnapping, don’t say kidnapping… I need… Markers! Dry-erase markers.
Sleepy dude, probably deciding I’m a weirdo: They are over there, ma’am.
A little later.
Me: Don’t say kidnapping, don’t say kidnapping… Do you have one of those giant pads of paper?
Sleepy dude: Yes, ma’am. Here they are.
At the checkout counter.
Sales dude: Will that be all, ma’am?
Sales dude, assessing my inside the house clothes that clearly show I’m not office material: Getting some markers for kids for school last minute?
Me: No. These are for me. For kidnapping.
Sales dude: … Do you need a bag?
Me: No, thank you.
I’m going to go to the one on Lakeline from now on. Just in case.