False Pretense: Book One of the Logan Battle Series by Steele Chance

Author:Steele Chance [Chance, Steele]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-16T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Logan sat back down at the long conference table. The file contents were strewn about like a train wreck. Logan let out a big sigh as he ran his hand through his already-disheveled hair. He picked up pieces of the file closest to him and started putting them back into the empty bankers boxes. He then picked up the manila file folder containing the photos of the truck.

There were several photos of the tractor lying on its side smoking as well as many photos of the trailer itself, also on its side. The trailer looked as if it almost collapsed and was severely misshapen. Logan picked up those photos examining them long and hard. He tapped a pencil on the glass tabletop as he looked at this watch. It was 8:30 p.m.

Logan went back to the computer desk and dialed the phone.

“United-American Van Lines,” came the voice on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah. Hello, is Jimmy there?” Logan asked.

“Speakin’,” came the voice again.

“Jimmy, it’s Logan Battle.”

“Logan, my boy, how you doin’?”

“Fine, fine. It looks like you’re always working as well.”

“Yep. This is not just a job, it’s an adventure,” Jimmy chuckled on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, it sounds like it. Hey, Jimmy, can you tell me what happened to the truck involved in the accident?”

“Well, it was pretty badly beat up, as you can imagine.”

“Yeah, I understand, I was just looking at the pictures here. But where is the truck now?”

“The tractor was sold at auction to a dealer in Jacksonville. They’ve probably rebuilt it and sold the dadgum thing.”

“OK, what about the trailer?”

“Oh, well, that’s easy. It’s sittin’ right here in the back of the yard against the fence.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Would you mind if I came down and looked at it?”

“No problemo, kid. When do you want to do it?”

“How about now?”

“Now?” Jimmy laughed. “Hell, the yard’s yours, kid. Come on down. I hope their payin’ you a lot of money for the hours you keep.”

“Someday, Jimmy, someday I hope. I’ll be down in a little bit.”

“See ya then.”

Logan hung up the phone and then dialed Yellow Cab to pick him up downstairs in the front of the building. He quickly gathered some papers into his knapsack, including his yellow pad, and headed for the elevator.

Logan stepped into the balmy Florida evening. Downtown was, once again, a ghost town. A hot breeze blew the day’s trash like a race down the streets. Logan dropped his knapsack to the ground as he sank into the city bench in front of the building. He wondered how a downtown, with buildings so tall, so massive could be so quiet and peaceful. He looked up at the skyscrapers, not many of them, but they were big. Different lights illuminated windows in a haphazard pattern high up in the sky. Logan leaned his head way back, his arms outstretched on the back of the bench. He looked up into the sky, past the top of the buildings to the twinkling stars far above.

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