Bobbie Joe yelled at his companion. “The Devil don’t wear sleeping bags.”He reached over and plucked at the sleeping bag. “Come out, come out,” he chanted, “whoever you are.”Shoot,, Bea thought. There were two of them. Two kidnappers reeking of corn liquor. Just wait till she got her hands on that Russ Hammond. She’d kill him.But first she had to deal with her kidnappers.She rose up tall and strong under the bag, then flapping her arms for effect, she screeched, “Boo-oo-ooo.”Hank nearly jumped off the mountain. “I told you it was a ghost, Bobbie Joe,” he whined.“You gonna make me lose my religion, Hank,” Bobbie Joe said as he clambered over the side of the truck.Bea could hear him coming. She braced herself for the attack. She was headed home and nothing was going to stand in her way.Bobbie Joe jerked the bag and Bea swung her fist at the same time. The fist did no damage, but the bag was lethal. Both of them got tangled up and landed in a heap on the truck bed.“Hell, there’s a she-cat in this darned bag,”
