Shona Jackson- The Complete Trilogy by Vicky Jones & Claire Hackney

Author:Vicky Jones & Claire Hackney [Jones, Vicky & Hackney, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hackney and Jones
Published: 2019-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

After three hours on the road to Mississippi in search of answers, Chloe pulled up in front of a bustling garage just off the main road and checked the name against the address she’d scribbled down.

Wreckers.

Several trucks were parked up in front, in various states of repair. Some had hoods and fenders missing, and some had mechanics lying underneath them on creepers as they changed oil filters. There was an atmosphere of calmness and order around the place; the workers looked happy and not in the least bit self-conscious about singing along to the radio as it played the latest Elvis Presley ballad. Chloe stepped out of her car, pausing to listen to the song, the words resonating with her. Just then, a cheery young pup raced over to her, forcing her to refocus her attention.

"Hello, ma'am, how can I help you on this fine day?" He smiled widely, his well-fitting denim overalls splattered indiscriminately with oil stains.

"I'd like to speak to the manager, please. Harry, is it?" Chloe removed her cat eye sunglasses.

The young mechanic looked crestfallen. "Is there a problem, ma'am–did we not fix your car right?"

"No, of course not," she added. "I'd just like to chat with your boss about some work ideas I'd like to share with my own lil' place and–" Chloe tailed off, realizing her cover had been blown as the boy's face illuminated with recognition–and panic–at who he was talking to.

"You're Miss Bruce, ain't ya! Damn, I seen you in all those magazines–I mean, I only read 'em for the articles, of course, not the pictures!" Reddening with embarrassment, he took his cap off and ran his oily hand through his short brown hair. Chloe smiled politely, willing him to stop digging a deeper hole for himself as he tried to explain.

"I'm sure you do. Is it possible to speak to Harry?" Chloe prompted.

"Oh yeah, of course, ma'am, allow me to escort you to his office." He recovered himself and walked Chloe into the building, reminding her to be careful not to hit her head as they ducked underneath the truck-lift and sidestepped the work benches, air compressors and jack stands. Stepping past two men standing six feet below her in the mechanics' pit, it felt refreshing for Chloe to hear a polite, "Good morning ma'am," rather than the usual wolf whistles she got most days.

"Miss Bruce! What an absolute pleasure to see you."

Harry came out of his office and greeted Chloe warmly. He was around fifty years old, his formerly dark hair going gray at the temples. Harry had the brown leather skin of a man who had worked his whole life outdoors, his calloused fingers showing the honest dent of where a wrench had sat snugly as he fixed thousands of trucks over the years. His clean blue denim overalls bore the Wreckers logo proudly.

"I won't keep you too long, sir. I just wanted to ask about how you run things here," Chloe began as she followed him back into his office.

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