Bus Stop at the Last Chance by Sue Hardesty

Author:Sue Hardesty [Hardesty, Sue]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TRP Cookbooks
Published: 2013-12-29T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 1 1

LONI SAGGED IN HER DESK CHAIR with her back to Lola, lost in thought when Carl's loud voice made her jump. “Loni! Get in here.”

At least Carl's still speaking to me. Hoping it wasn't more trouble, Loni hurried into Carl's office. The sight of Carl’s calm, weathered face left her sighing in relief. She was also glad to see that his broad shoulders had lost their hunching from last July’s tragic mess at his ranch although his sandy hair had some new gray streaks.

“Sit down and let me bring you up to speed.” Carl opened a folder in front of him. “James left for Phoenix this morning, working with the narcs. Looks like we're back on the case.”

“Junior's got my files.”

“You don't need them. We got way beyond that.” Carl shook his head in disgust. “Keeps him busy anyway. I'm fed up with his fuckups.”

“Why do you keep him around?” Loni demanded.

Silently, Carl handed Loni a map. His stare told her to drop it.

Relieved she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stand Junior, Loni spread out the map on Carl's desk. A yellow line marked Arizona and Mexico border trails from Yuma to Sonoyta.

“Got this from Tully. It's the Sand Tank mountain range in the Cabeza Prieta Refuge. DEA thinks a motorcycle gang is pretending to be involved in the sand races and bringing drugs in through this area, but they can't seem to track anything to Caliente.”

Loni ran her finger along a line wandering up and around Sand Tank. “Last time I saw that tank the windmill wasn't working. Didn't even have all its fan blades.” She rubbed the bump on her nose. “Any sign anyone hangin out in that shack at the windmill?”

“Don't know. I'll ask.”

Studying the map Loni had forgotten how close the Devil's Highway ran parallel to the border below Cabeza Preita. “I got a problem with this, Carl. How'd they decide to search here?”

“Picked up a sand biker with a bag of our same cocaine.” Carl sat back in his chair. “He's not talking, but his passport and the permit for the Mexico visa had him crossing into Mexico through Hermosillo several times over the year. They figured the bikers traveled a back way through Cabeza Prieta to Caliente from Hermosillo, Mexico.”

“But Carl, coming here makes no sense. If they're coming through the Cabeza, the shortest way is straight on into Phoenix. Why go so far out of their way?”

Carl shrugged, rubbing his ear even harder. “I don't know, Loni.”

“Let me get this straight. You think the dead biker and the biker that got arrested are both part of the sand dune cycle races over on the Yuma border. Right?”

“State does. Tully's stayin' at the Palm Tree Mobile Home & RV Park over near Yuma. State put a trailer in there for reconnaissance.”

“So you got nothing from the biker that connects him but his permits into Mexico?” Loni’s voice was thoughtful.

“Didn't say that. Got some phone numbers off his phone. One to a bar in Algodenes, Mexico.

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