Crazy Little Thing Called Dead by Kate George

Author:Kate George
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781480133297
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2012-10-23T21:00:00+00:00

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I hit the freeway and set the cruise control at seventy-five and crossed my fingers that I didn’t pass a traffic control cop. I figured Hambecker would be doing at least seventy and I wanted to make up time if I could.

For the first half hour or so, I was buzzing with impatience. I figured we were headed for New York City, a good five-hour drive, and I was impatient - and worried about losing Hambecker. But my phone had bars, and the website showed me the location of the GPS. I was kind of surprised there weren’t any glitches in my plan.

I left Vermont behind and settled into the drive. I checked to see where Hambecker was, and set my phone to randomly play music. I was bored, but anxious. Not a happy combination on a long drive. I pulled into a rest stop and downloaded an audio book from the Internet.

That helped. I lost myself in the story and didn’t think to check on Hambecker again until I reached New Haven. He was still headed into the city. I stopped at a Service Plaza, pulled my bag out from behind the seat and went in to use the facilities. I came out with a piece of pizza, a bag of chocolate and a milkshake.

I balanced the food on the roof, unlocked the truck and got in. My phone wasn’t where I left it.

I got out, felt in all my pockets, then leaned into the cab of the truck and scanned the floor. Not there. I let out a big sigh, climbed off the seat of the truck, grabbed the keys and trudged back into the plaza. A search of all the places I’d been produced nothing. My phone was gone.

Back out at the truck I formulated a plan that factored in a quick trip to a city library to use the computers. I was about to pull back out onto the road when I noticed a guy waving and pointing at my roof.

“What?” I asked palms up.

He pointed to the roof again and it dawned on me. My pizza, milkshake and chocolate were still on the roof. I waved my thanks and retrieved my food. Jeez, I couldn’t believe I almost lost my milkshake.

The worst part of losing my phone was that I didn’t have my story to listen to. I turned on the radio, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as losing myself in a novel. I took a sip of my milkshake and slid pizza out of its box. At least I wasn’t going to starve to death.

The rest of the trip into the city was nerve-wracking. I just wasn’t used to driving in traffic and there were cars everywhere. It took every nerve in my body not to turn around and go home. I pulled off the freeway in Brooklyn, looking for a place to ask directions and in the five seconds it took me to decide which way to turn three cars honked at me.

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