The old abandoned airplane hangar at the end of town near my parents' farm has a new owner. He's a big guy. Tall, blond, light blue eyes, almost grey, rimmed by black; and the most muscular tanned body I've seen up close without a shirt. Ran into him when I was delivering groceries to my parents one day. What could a man like him want with a huge hangar like that one? My parents said he's remodeling it into some kind of factory. But I'm suspecting something else. Maybe I've read too many mystery novels and watched too many spy films, but this man is not what my parents think he is. I know because when I accidentally ran into him coming out of the hangar, with his shirt off, dripping in sweat and looking like a giant Adonis in the sunlight, I caught a glimpse of what was in the hangar, and it wasn't machinery. It was something else. Parts, even whole ones. Planes, ships, and even rockets. A sea of old junk. He drives a new Bentley, wears a Cartier on his wrist, and seems to have an European accent. What was a man like him doing with a hangar full of junk, near my parents' house, I don't know. But I'm about to find out. Because not only did I see old planes, ships, and rockets; I saw a few tanks, cannons, and even missiles. Having missiles like that near my parents is too close for comfort, and I plan on getting close to Mr. Junk to find out. JUNK is a Romantic Comedy Mystery that is part of the Author A Parody TV Series World