Audiobook (teen fiction) - Discovered: A Devon Child's Adventure
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justice she'd expected the reception when she entered the bar was frosty at best. She'd not bother to unpack her things in her room. Lovely though it was. Her stomach had been growling since she'd flown over Newcastle, and it had only gotten louder since then. She needed food and figured that the bar was the best place to get it. When she stepped in, though, all conversation faded away and everyone turned to stare at her. Her step faltered for a minute, but she took a deep breath and carried on towards the bar itself. Point of lemonade, please, she said with a smile at that same man who had checked her in. And can I see a menu? Sure, he said curtly, tossing a menu onto the bar and turning to get her drink order. She looked through the menu, her stomach growling louder and louder with each item that she read. There was so much choice and she couldn't decide so, a voice said. Behind her, she turned to see that it belonged to a burly man well into middle age who was swaying as he stood there, holding his point. This is the city girl, come all the way out here to prove us locals are all idiots. Lay off, Jack, the bartender said as he poured Devon's drink. I've warned you already about this. It's okay, Devon said in a quiet voice. I expected this. Yeah, Jimmy, Jack said loudly. She knows she's not welcome here. She's just too stubborn to annoy. A reckon big city girl like her probably thinks she's got that eight to stay where she hasn't wanted and poke our nose into things that aren't her business. I was hired to do a job, Devon said slowly, the speech well rehearsed. I'm not trying to poke my nose in or any of the other things You think I'm here for ********? A man shouted from another table, Rama columns, payroll, just like all the rest. Yeah, Jack said harshly. You'll turn around at the end of the week and tell us all the Nessie doesn't exist. Just like my column is paying you to say you've done it all over the place and we know it now you're gonna do it to us and leave our screwed Mr Jacque, Devon said, standing up tall. Anger made her bristle and her stomach burned. I am simply here to prove whether the Loch Ness monster is real or not. I'm not here to do as McCollum orders me to. I won't say that Nessie isn't real unless I find that she isn't. I know how important the legend is to you around here. And I wouldn't want to damage that without proof. You just get your kicks proven things don't exist. And leaving the people who rely on that money from that business high end today with no more income. I am well aware of how important Nessie tourism is to you all here. Devon said harshly. I will not damage that if I can help it. I am solely interested in the creature. First finding out whether she is riel and then what she is. Let me assure you that nothing would make me happier than discovering that Nessie is very much riel and very alive in your lock. Yeah, right. Jack said he turned around and headed back to his table. L say she's no mark my words. McCollum wants you to say that. So you will. Just like all the other experts is brought in. Devon opened her mouth, but closed it again. There was no point trying to argue with these men. They'd made their minds up about her and about what she was going to do. It wasn't unusual. She'd gone to dozens of places that relied on the income from local legends and received exactly the same sort of welcome lock. Nous was no exception. She learned the hard way that trying to argue with the locals was pointless until she had evidence to back herself up. She had none of that right now, but she did wish they hadn't made their minds up simply because of who she was working for. McCollum had really angered these people, and she had made them justice angry by being connected to him. The thud of her lemonade being placed on the bar made her turn, and she finally decided on what her lunch would be