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eBook Category: Young Adult/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Debra Jamison wants to become a baseball player for her high school team. The attention she gets by being the first female player also brings out a feared enemy. The Numbers kidnapper is taking female athletes across Florida by what number they wear on their jersey, Debra is next on his list.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2002

4 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [294 KB], eReader (PDB) [92 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [82 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [77 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [107 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [140 KB], hiebook (KML) [236 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [119 KB], iSilo (PDB) [68 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [85 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [113 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [116 KB]
Words: 24807
Reading time: 70-99 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"This young adult novel combines baseball with a strong and interesting plot to make for a good read, even for this not so young adult reviewer. Debra Jamison is in a new town, trying to fit in, but also she has a dream. She wants to play on her school's baseball team. It sounds like a simple dream, and she's good enough to play with the guys, but things pop up that make the fulfillment of her dream more difficult. If you like great baseball stories with other elements thrown in to make things even more interesting, then this is a must read for you!"--Craig Hardee, eBook Reviews Weekly

She thumbed through her father's clothes. The last shirt on the rack, a tan one, seemed large enough. Quickly, she ripped it off the hanger, turning around to see if her mother was coming in.

No one was there.

Stepping back, her foot knocked over a shoebox. She stooped down to examine her mother's old high school mementos strewn across the floor: a cap, a tassel and a few pictures. In the center was a plastic bottle of bubbles marked FOR THE GRADUATE leaking across a dusty yearbook. The bottle top had loosened.

Immediately, her hands retrieved the book. She tried to wipe off the soap residue with her T-shirt; the blue cover began shining from her efforts. She could see her big green eyes reflecting back along with, "Dan Brennon and Marlene forever," scribbled in red marker.

The name Dan Brennon seemed familiar. What came to mind about him? She had read a sports page with that name; "BRENNON RELEASED BY YANKEES."

"Mom knows a famous athlete?" She dismissed the name as coincidence, then retightened the cap on the broken jar. Hurrying, she gathered the miscellaneous items, tossing them back into the box.

She looked down at her watch, 7:00 am, half hour until softball tryouts, only thirty minutes. Debra hurried out of her mother's bedroom closet into the small living room, thinking of all the nights in the batting cages, practicing hitting faster, smaller balls. Thrilled with the possibility, a part of her still wondered why no other girl was on the Panthers.

She rechecked but it was only 7:12 am. Her mother would be home soon from her night job. She had to leave right now to avoid being questioned about wearing male clothes.

Debra grabbed her well-broken-in baseball glove off the scratched-up coffee table.

Just then, the front door of the trailer opened and her mother walked in. Her eyes were bulging and showing her crows' feet. Her brown hair was tousled and pulled back into a ponytail. "Why are you wearing Kevin's shirt?"

Debra watched her mother taking off the black apron that read, "Welcome to Wilson's Food Mart."

"I'm sorry we got divorced, but wearing your father's clothes won't bring him back," her mother added.

"I know," Debra sighed.

"Aren't you late for tryouts?"

"I'm not going to softball today."

Her mother grimaced. "That's a new one. I can't get you away from that batting cage and now you just up and quit." She plopped down on the sofa and pulled out a cigarette.

"I want to tryout for the Panthers."

She took a long drag. "Honey, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the Panthers are the boy's team at Greenville High. The Wildcats are the girls."

Debra felt the crimson coming to her cheeks. She grabbed a Cubs baseball cap and lowered it over her short blonde hair. "If I want to make a NBL career out of this, I can't do that against underhanded pitching."

Her mother sighed. "The baseball Coach will take one look at you and think you can't hit a long ball."

"Then I can't look like a girl, can I?" Debra went to the coat rack and grabbed her large Cubs bomber jacket and zipped it up. "All I need is one good line drive to prove that I can play."

Her mother squinted. "So that's why you're wearing Kevin's things?"

"If I pretend to be a guy, the Panthers will keep an open mind."

Her mother looked her up and down. "It'll never work. Your blonde eyelashes are too long."

Debra lowered the baseball cap. "How's this?" Her green eyes were shaded though she could barely see.

"What kind of jeans are you wearing?"

"Kevin's."

Her mother raised a wavy brow. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"How do I look?"

Her mother was quiet for a moment and then smiled. "Like they're going to get what's coming to them."