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THERE’S A JESTER IN TOWN

By Tracy Frost

Instead of writing the news, today I am the news. And I’m going to explain why.

This morning started like any other lazy Sunday morning. I was minding my own business, deciding what to do with my day.

That decision was taken out of my hands when a cryptic message about wanting to play a game popped into my inbox. Intrigued, I opened the email to find that it wasn’t the hoax I thought it was.

The email contained clear and concise instructions for the game from someone who calls himself the Jester.

My first instruction was to make contact with a high-ranking police officer who would share my opinion that this was a serious matter.

The response of the police was both swift and decisive. A team was assembled immediately to await the first clue.

Solving the clue led the team to the Saltwells Nature Reserve, where they found a box.

I’m not at liberty to reveal the contents of the box, but the Jester is serious about his game, and there are another thirty-one hours to go.

What is his motive?

What does he want?

What is his endgame?

This is not a hoax.