Home Free by Sonnjea Blackwell

Author:Sonnjea Blackwell
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: murder, california, small town, baseball, romantic mystery, humorous mystery, gravel yard
Publisher: Sonnjea Blackwell

I woke up when somebody started jack-hammering inside my head. I squinted and looked around, confused. Little bits and pieces started coming back to me. Mikey, a gun, and beer. Lots of beer. Shit. I was on the couch. I peeked under the blanket. Whew, fully dressed. That was always a good sign. I kicked the blanket off and sat up, slowly, pressing my palms hard against the sides of my head so it wouldn’t explode.

“Not a big drinker, huh?” Mikey was leaning against the doorjamb, wearing nothing but jeans, brushing his teeth.

“Shit.”

“Uh-hunh.” He disappeared and I heard the water running. He came back and handed me a glass and three aspirin. He was about six feet tall, the same as Danny, but built a little more solid, more bulk, less definition. His black hair was straight instead of curly, his eyes were nearly black and his coloring was more mocha-y than bronze. I noticed a scar running horizontally along the right side of his abdomen, just above the waistband of his jeans.

“Appendicitis,” he said. This ESP thing was damned annoying.

“I have to go.” Something was nagging at my brain, but the jackhammers were making it hard for me to figure it out. I gave my head a smack, which was a decidedly stupid idea, and I groaned in pain as the jackhammers retaliated. Suddenly, it came to me. “Fuck, I’m such an idiot.” My voice sounded far away.

“Not following.”

“That expensive car. I have the license plate number.”

“You what?”

“Yeah, this girl I know borrowed my digital camera, and she saw the car over at Sherry’s and took a picture for me. I totally forgot last night, what with the breaking in and the gun and the decomposition and all the damn beer.”

“Decomposition?”

“I thought you might kill me and leave my body outside in the heat. I figured it’s hot enough, I’d be all decomposed in a couple hours and no one would ever find me because you live in a weird maze.”

“Did you think this before or after the beer?”

“Before.”

His lips twitched, and it didn’t take psychic powers to know he was laughing at me. I would have been pissed if I could have formed a coherent thought.

“You need to tell this girl to be careful. If expensive car guy is the guy who shot Chambers, she shouldn’t mess with him. Do you have anybody who’ll run the plate for you?”

I thought about Jimmy C. It was a long shot, but a possibility. “I don’t know. Probably not on a Sunday, but maybe tomorrow. I’ll call you. Oh, I don’t have your phone number.”

He wrote several numbers on a pad, home, work, cell, then tore the top sheet off and handed it to me, and I left.

I found the Element on my third lap around the parking labyrinth, and by then I was sweating and panting in my breaking and entering outfit. The car went on autopilot to Starbucks, and I took my decaf latte and raspberry scone home to eat in peace, forgetting that I lived at Grand Central Station.

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