Bankers Hours: A Humorous Cozy Mystery Thriller Comedy of Errors (Hotshot Book 3) by Mike Faricy

Author:Mike Faricy [Faricy, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 48

Otto had thrown his sweat-encrusted Gatorade shirt in the trash and hauled the bag outside. He was in his recliner, wearing boxers, sipping a cold beer, clicking the remote until it landed on the weather channel. He set his feet in the Epsom salt bath and felt the stress and strain of the day begin to leave his body.

The same computerized version of a female voice promised more beastly heat for the remainder of the week. He woke one minute before his alarm went off. The sun was barely above the horizon. The glow from the weather channel illuminated the living room forecasting exactly the same as when he drifted off to sleep. Sub-Saharan temperature, subtropical humidity, Minnesota in late August.

He stretched in his recliner then pushed the lever forward and splashed into the pan of Epsom salts, sending a wave washing across the carpet.

Today he chose a Twins jersey, a pair of pinstripe baseball pants he had cut off just below the knee and his sweat-stained Twins cap. He pulled up white cotton knee-high socks and slathered on level fifty sunblock for added protection. He laced up his jungle boots and pulled on his Twins cap with the white handkerchief pinned to the back. He looked in the mirror and knew she couldn’t help but find him irresistible.

By nine o’clock, he had already delivered the sacks of batter mix and slabs of bacon to his stands. He was almost finished with the first of the day’s ice deliveries. He had ignored the crew at the ice company when they elbowed one another snickering.

He hoisted another bag of ice onto his shoulder and carried it to the stand. Josh was there dipping skewered bacon slabs into a pan of maple-flavored batter. The fifty-pound bag of ice was turning Otto’s shoulder numb.

“Twins suck,” screamed a pack of boys from across the street. They were pointing at Otto, “Hey, Twins suck!” They called before they took off skateboarding down the street screaming, “Twins suck! Twins suck!”

“Hey, Otto. You sure don’t seem to be having much luck in the fashion area this week,” Josh said and laughed.

“There a game today?” Otto asked.

“Afternoon game, they’re playing out in Los Angeles. Maybe they can pull out of this slump. Winning three out of the last thirteen doesn’t really cut it,” Josh said.

An afternoon game thought Otto, perfect. Drop the deposits in the night drop slot until about mid-afternoon so she doesn’t see me. Once the Twins were ahead, he could walk up to her window, and give her the famous Otto smile. He’d let her know Sheriff Otto was on duty. She would come around once she saw him and the rest would be romantic history.

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