Flo Charts by Sam Cheever

Author:Sam Cheever
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: cozy mystery women sleuths, cozy mystery humor, cozy mystery suspense, cozy mystery animal, cozy mystery senior sleuths
Publisher: Electric Prose Publications
Published: 2018-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Apparently, it’s a slow day at the paper,” Flo told Agnes later, when they were on their way back to Silver City.

“More like a slow year,” Agnes groused.

“Why do you look so unhappy?” Flo asked her on a grin. “It isn’t every day you get to watch a pig eat slop from a rocket.”

Agnes snorted. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have pig snot all over the back of your leg.”

Flo chuckled. “Wow, I can’t believe the paper called that a collection.”

“I guess we’re back to square one.” Agnes put her hand on her belly just as a horrendous grumbling sound filled the car. “After we get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Watching Rufus eat made you hungry, huh?”

Agnes turned a little green. “Ugh. Now that you mention it, maybe I’ll change my mind.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Yeah, I was toying with the idea of having a fried chicken salad. But now I’m thinking a burger and fries might be just the ticket.”

Flo shook her head. “We need to make a quick stop first. I want to talk to Detective Peters about that tank...”

Agnes’ eyes went wide and all the color leeched from her wide face. She reached out with one hand and screamed Flo’s name just as something large and red flashed into Flo’s peripheral vision.

She turned her head as the truck shot through the intersection, heading directly for Flo’s side of the car. Flo didn’t even think. She didn’t consider what was about to happen. Her instincts told her to slam on the brakes and she did. The truck crashed into the front quarter panel of her sedan and almost immediately something punched Flo in the face, knocking her head back against the headrest. The blow from the truck sent them careening around, wildly out of control.

Flo screamed, hands and legs outstretched to brace against anything she could find. Other cars flashed past. Horns honked. And Flo forgot to breathe for a full ten seconds. Finally, her car slammed up against a light pole on the corner and came to rest. For a moment, the only things Flo heard were creaking metal and the tinkling sound of glass filtering into the street.

She sat very still for a moment, afraid to move. Somewhere in the distance she heard voices, as well as a muffled pounding sound and the smell of gasoline staining the air.

Alarm bells sounded, though they were muffled by a general sense of confusion and pain.

The car shook as hands grabbed the door handle, trying to wrench it open. Flo felt dazed and slow. Something warm trickled down over her chin. She tried to turn her head and pain slammed through her.

“Are you okay?”

Agnes’ voice reminded her she wasn’t alone and took some of the muzziness from her battered brain. Flo skimmed a sideways glance toward the voice and found Agnes with blood running from a cut on the side of her head. “I think so. What in the world?”

Agnes shook her head. “Later. Here comes PoPo.”

A face appeared in the window.

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