David Wolf series Box Set 2 by Jeff Carson

Author:Jeff Carson [Carson, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cross Atlantic Publishing
Published: 2019-07-04T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

“No, no, no, no.” Rachette punched the wheel and the horn emitted a dog-toy like honk.

With a practiced move, he downshifted, popped the clutch and hit the gas, and the car lurched and sputtered to life.

Crisis averted.

Something was seriously wrong with the engine of this tin can he drove, and it was time to get rid of it once and for all. He had his eye on a Ford truck parked with a for-sale sign on the north end of town.

The blue pickup looked pretty worn down, but the price was right at two grand. And having four-wheel drive in the winter and no more breakdowns? That had to be worth it.

As he pulled to the curb in front of the coffee shop, he sat idling for a few seconds, then reluctantly shut off the engine, knowing that could have been the last time it ran for a while.

He got out and stepped to the curb. A flashing SBCSD vehicle sped by so fast he failed to catch a glimpse of who was driving.

“Damn,” he whispered. He was stuck on the outside with no date set for getting back in.

His life was spent wandering through town, with coffee in the morning at the Chairlift Coffee House, lunch from a drive-thru on his kitchen table in his tiny apartment, cheap reconstituted dinners, and beers at night to forget the monotony of it all.

And when he finally did get back in, if that day ever came, what was it going to be like? If it was without Wolf, and with dicks like Deputy Sergeant Barker, it was going to be abysmal.

Then he thought of Deputy Munford’s tiny smile and knew it wouldn’t be all that bad.

“Same as always?” the stoned-looking barista asked behind the counter.

Rachette nodded. “Same as always.”

Another department SUV sped past. There must have been a development.

He decided he would go to the department and poke around, that is, if he could get by Tammy with a little sweet-talking.

With a quickened stride he walked to his car and got in.

The key turned and there was a click. The dashboard gauge needles spasmed and then went still.

“Ah!” He punched the wheel again. This time when he pressed the horn no sound came out.

After trying the key again with no result, he got out and kicked the door, leaving a tiny dent.

“Shit.”

Putting his head down, he walked away from his pile of scrap metal on wheels, vowing it would be the last time he touched it.

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