Nun But The Brave (A Giulia Driscoll Mystery Book 3) by Alice Loweecey Page B

hunt.”
    “Emailing you what I came up with so far. I stopped at Memorial Day.”
    Giulia opened the Word doc. So much for her expectations of quirky or feel-good stories about twins. Didn’t newspapers need filler anymore? How could Buzzfeed let her down like this?
    But at Christmas, Buzzfeed came through with a heartwarming story about separated at birth twins reconnecting at a Messiah sing-along. Then a lot more nothing until she adjusted the search parameters and found a college research call for adult twins back in September.
    A rabbit trail at last. She opened parallel search windows and ran identical searches on both names. A cartload of results filled the windows: the research abstract. Articles on the psychological makeup of twins. Twitter posts from both men in the article. Reunion photos on Instagram. A burgeoning side research trail on a mythology Giulia was unfamiliar with. She bookmarked the trail as Zane knocked on her doorframe.
    “I found something, but it’s from The Scoop .”
    Giulia groaned. “That show is punishment for sins I don’t remember committing.” She typed in the show’s web address. “What day?”
    “Two months ago today. I’ll keep looking. Will there be foul language?”
    Sidney laughed at the same time Giulia said, “How long have you been working here?”
    “Good point.” Zane retreated.
    For this episode, The Scoop pre-empted its usual histrionic opening. First a compilation of atomic bomb explosions followed by footage of destroyed Hiroshima. Then lingering shots of ebola victims. As the crowning touch, the Twin Towers collapsing on 9/11.
    “Kanning,” Giulia said to her monitor, “you are a festering sore on the cable TV landscape.”
    Ken Kanning’s mellifluous voice crushed her muttered invective.
    “Disaster! Doom! The end of civilization as we know it! Scoopers, today we’re introducing you to the Alice in Wonderland world of Doomsday Preppers.”
    A shot of Kanning’s back, his head of brown hair with its perfect off-center wave bobbing as he walked into a massive department store. The camera bobbed in the opposite direction as his cameraman followed.
    “Doomsday Preppers are convinced the world as we know it will end at any given moment. The Bomb. An Electromagnetic Pulse frying every circuit on the planet. The Plague.” He stopped in front of an outdoor kayak display and affected shock. “The end of the world as we know it, indeed, Scoopers. Any one of those scenarios would mean no more of The Scoop .”
    An older couple passed him without bothering to glance at either him or the camera. A twenty-something woman stopped, looked, and snapped a picture of Kanning with her cell phone.
    Kanning continued. “Because The Scoop is dedicated to giving our viewers everything they need to know, we’re heading into the Pittsburgh REI to price out what you’ll need to survive the inevitable apocalypse.”
    He headed straight for the camping section. As he held up price tags on tents, sleeping bags, cooking gear, and more, a ticker ran across the bottom of the screen with a running total.
    “Your kids won’t need their college funds when civilization collapses,” Kanning said after completing his fantasy survival list. “It’s a good thing, because otherwise you’ll have to take out a second mortgage to make sure your bunker is zombie-proof.”
    The show cut to the sidewalk in front of a gun store as the owner refused to let the camera inside. The ticker added prices for guns and ammunition as Kanning advised his audience to buy a few hundred sand bags to barricade their fortified house against floodwaters and bullets from hostile neighbors. Giulia made a face at the screen at the knowledge she and The Scoop used the same research sites.
    “What’s that you say? Storage is a problem for that many sand bags? Use your garage. Cars will be obsolete once gasoline can’t be pumped because the electrical grid has failed. And if you haven’t found that special