Bombed by Winifred Morris

Author:Winifred Morris [Morris, Winifred]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Eastside Gal Publishing
Published: 2015-04-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Mosley accelerated around the curves loving the g-force.

His partner held onto the grab bar. “This is why I never let you drive.”

“Am I scaring you, Clarence?” Mosley asked.

“The name’s Cooper.”

“Your mama named you Clarence.”

“Don’t diss my mama, boy.”

“Don’t do your homey jive on me.” Mosley was having too good a time not to enjoy ribbing Cooper. Just because the guy outranked him and used to be some mean linebacker, Mosley wasn’t about to slow down. The job was finally getting interesting. Before today all he’d done since finishing his FBI training in Quantico was sit around in the van, sit around in the motel room, or sit around at some meeting discussing where he should sit around next. Then today, a shootout! “Did you see how I almost got that Fish and Wildlife wimp?”

“We’ve got enough paperwork to do for that clusterfuck,” Cooper said. “That would’ve made it total fubar.”

“Okay, but the Fish and Wildlife kid, bet he had some laundry to do.”

“You think you can call him kid, kid?”

Mosley just squealed around another corner. These mountain roads were great!

“This isn’t a car chase, you know. We’re not in hot pursuit,” Cooper said. “We know right where he is.”

Which was true, of course. They weren’t exactly chasing the subject’s VW bug. They were following its GPS coordinates. Cooper kept studying the GPS readouts, which was why he’d let Mosley drive. Still, Mosley felt he should take full advantage of the opportunity. Next time he would probably be stuck riding shotgun again.

“Also we’re not trying to catch him,” Cooper went on. “We just want to know why he finally decided to go somewhere in his car. Who is he meeting up with? Is it another terrorist cell?”

Mosley already knew all this too. He took another corner on two wheels. Cooper reached out and hit the gear selector. The engine roared as it downshifted. Cooper gave a tweak to the steering wheel too. Suddenly Mosley was struggling to remember his high performance driving class.

When he finally got the Jeep Grand Cherokee back under control, he said, “What the fuck was that!”

“You want thrills,” Cooper said. “I gave you a thrill. Now slow down.”

Mosley slowed down.

This meant the road was no longer especially fun to drive. It was only scenic. Their subject was going for a scenic tour of the woods north of Moscow. Soon their subject decided to go sightseeing on gravel roads too. Which were even less fun.

“If we went just a little faster,” Mosley said, “we could skim right over these washboards.”

“You’re still going too fast.” Cooper was frowning at his screen. “We must’ve missed a turn. Back up.”

Mosley slammed on the brakes skidding in the gravel, punched the SUV into reverse, and started backing up. Which turned out to be almost as much fun as speeding on the pavement had been since this was a narrow twisty road flanked on both sides by trees. Plus maybe now they were in a hurry since they’d lost the scent? He tried to see how fast he could back up.

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