Road Trip (Jake Hancock Private Investigator Mystery series Book 7) by Dan Taylor

Author:Dan Taylor [Taylor, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-05-06T22:00:00+00:00

18.

It’s a good question, Grace’s. What the hell is going on here? As I said to Grace, in a less humorous fashion than I will now, the officer who has ‘arrested’ us is no more a police officer than I am a five-ring-winning quarterback with a killer throwing arm and a bubble butt.

I think I can go ahead and assume that Marlboro Man was a plant, and that he never intended to rape and kill Grace and kill me. And that his attacking us was a ruse so that the imitation police officer could swoop in, stop the guy, making himself appear to be a lawman in the process.

It’s the rest of it I’m not sure about—why he’s doing it.

All I know is that letting on we know he isn’t a police officer might be a bad thing. I go to whisper this to Grace, but before I can, Marlboro Man and the fake police officer finish up their conversation, and I don’t get the opportunity.

Marlboro Man runs off into the night, behind us, probably towards and then down the highway, where I’m sure his vehicle is waiting for him.

And the fake police officer—let’s call him Officer Jockstrap from now on—turns to us. Says, “I’m going to put you two in the back of the squad car. We’re going for a drive.”

He leads us to the rear passenger seats. Now that his headlights aren’t shining into our eyes, I can see that, had they not been, I would’ve smelled a rat. His uniform looks legit, but his car, while it’s ostensibly painted like a police car, has a shoddy paint job, like a five-year-old did it who hasn’t quite mastered how to color in without going over the lines.

He puts me in the back of the car first, guiding my head under inside safely, up until the point he says, “Watch your head,” when he rams it into the window frame. Hilarious.

With me in the back, he guides Grace in, refraining from banging her head.

Wanting to let Grace subtlely know it’s not a good idea to out the guy, I say, “Where are you taking us, Officer?”

Grace goes to speak, gets as far as, “Let’s drop the bullshit—” before I elbow her.

She looks at me, makes a face that asks, what the fuck? and I raise my eyebrows a couple times, which only adds to her confusion.

Officer Jockstrap asks, “Let’s drop what bullshit?”

I get there before Grace does: “The bullshit that we weren’t the perpetrators of that hit and run.”

Grace looks at me and I reassure her with a slight nod.

He doesn’t say anything, just starts the car.

We pull out of the parking lot and onto the highway, heading in the opposite direction we were headed before we retired for the night in the motel room. The direction that eventually leads back to Pants, Oklahoma.

As we drive past the parking lot, both Grace and I watch Winnie Pooh, whose doors are still open. Jesus, even I’m starting to think of that old thing as anything but an inanimate object.

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