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Kawalsky tapped a quarter against the top of the pay phone as he waited for Sam to pick up. Her voicemail came on instead.

"Sam! It's Charlie," he said, cradling the receiver in the crook of his neck as he looked around the street. "Sorry I lost contact. After New York, I kept trying to head across to my New York, but I wound up in Maine. Yeah, I know, I haven't got the hang of the portal jumping thing yet. And get this, it's 1985.

There's this woman, no, nothing like that. She's a little old, even for me. But she's, uh, I guess you could call her interesting. Or freakish. She's an author, murder mysteries and all that based on real stuff. Since I've been here, she's already solved 3 murders. In the same town. Seriously, if I didn't know her, I'd be wondering if she was the one behind it all with the way trouble seems to follow her around."

"Mr Kawalsky!"

"I've gotta go. I'm jumping a portal outta here on Friday unless something comes up. Hope you had fun at the geek conference. Lemme know where you are and we'll meet up. Really gotta go. She's giving me a look my third grade teacher gave me."

He hung up the phone, pocketed his quarter and walked over to where she had just come out of the sheriff's office. "Mrs Fletcher," Kawalsky greeted.

"Mr Kawalsky," Jessica Fletcher replied. "We'd best be getting back to the dig site, but first," she gave him a look. "I believe you owe me dinner."

Kawalsky had to admit that being marched across the deck of a pirate ship at sword point was definitely something new. The smile on his face, however, was present because he was 100% sure that at least this time their current predicament wasn't his fault.

"I should've brought my skipper's hat," he said to Sam.