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Eureka: Brain Box Blues

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Product Description Even the brightest of Eureka's residents can't read someone else's mind. Then Global Dynamics develops the Brain Box: a device capable of capturing and storing human thoughts. When the Box starts messing with people's minds, Sheriff Jack Carter will have to keep his thoughts to himself if he's going to save the town from going out of their heads. About the Author Cris Ramsay is the author of Eureka: Road Less Traveled, Eureka: Brain Box Blues, and Eureka: Substitution Method. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One "Fargo!" The bell over the door of Café Diem jingled as Eureka's Sheriff Jack Carter stepped inside. He nodded to patrons as they turned and smiled. To his right sat the elderly android twins playing chess. Just past them sat a few men in business suits, their heads bent down, focused on their PDAs as one of the local's biomimetic dogs barked. A step behind Carter was Deputy Sheriff Jo Lupo. She grinned down at the pooch and gave it a pat on the head. Spotting Fargo, Carter strode purposefully toward a small group huddled around the back table. Douglas Fargo, the assistant to the director at Global Dynamics and Eureka's brilliant but accident-prone problem child, sat among friends and co-workers, including Carter's daughter, Zoe. Home on a short break from Harvard, Zoe had offered to help bus and wait tables again at the café, only this morning she looked more like a patron than an employee. Vincent, Café Diem's stout and ever-helpful owner and proprietor, waved at Carter as he entered. "Morning, Sheriff—hey, Jo. The Thank-God-It's-Friday Fritters are fresh." Carter shook his head. "Morning, Vincent—maybe not today. S.A.R.A.H. says I still need to cut back on the fried foods." "Oooh…; Vincent." Jo diverted to the counter. "I'll take one, and a Bavarian Hammer." "Coming right up, Jo. Your loss, Sheriff. They're guaranteed to make your Friday go smooth as silk." Though the idea of having one of Vincent's delicious fritters sounded wonderful—especially to Carter's growling stomach—he really was trying to cut back a little on the rich food he'd enjoyed since moving to Eureka. Café Diem boasted an eclectic and entertaining array of interior decor, much of which reflected the town's history, as well as her more famous scientific residents. Vincent himself held a reputation that he could fill any order asked of him, and he prided himself on having a freezer stocked to suit anyone who came through the door. Also seated at the table with Fargo and Zoe were Julia, Fargo's girlfriend and researcher at Global Dynamic, and Henry Deacon, the town's most versatile scientist, mechanic, and mayor. "Morning, Carter," Henry said. "Good morning, Sheriff Carter." Julia's smile was incredibly bright and chipper for a Friday morning. "Morning." Carter stood in front of the table, his hands on his hips. "Fargo—about this complaint against your neighbor—" "Yes." The diminutive assistant pointed at him with the pencil in his hand. "That noise has got to stop. The lights, the yelling, the moaning…;" Carter frowned. Moaning? "You said they were making a movie." His eyes widened as he felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "What kind of movie are they making?" Julia sat up straight and pushed her dark-framed glasses up higher on her nose, blushing just slightly. "Nothing as brash as that, Sheriff. They're re-enacting Contact—making a satire out of it." Carter blinked and frowned as he tried running as quickly as he could through the list of movie titles he could remember. "You mean like Star Trek?" Fargo sighed, lowering the pencil and his shoulders. "Sheriff, that's First Contact. This is Contact, the beloved book by Carl Sagan, where man's first contact with extraterrestrials is—" Carter held up his hands. "Okay, okay. Sorry. My bad. The movie with Jodie Foster—" "Awful." Julia sniffed. "Totally not the book," Fargo echoed. Zoe moved from her seat beside Jul