The Librarian Her Daughter and the Man Who Lost His Head by Sam Lee Jackson

Author:Sam Lee Jackson [Jackson, Sam Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Piping Rock Publications, LLC
Published: 2018-03-03T05:00:00+00:00

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Blackhawk decided to go with me. This time of day, Danny was running the shuttle. We hopped into the golf cart and he took us up the hill to the parking. Blackhawk’s sleek, black Jaguar was parked in a reserved spot. It wasn’t reserved for him. Except for the Mustang, the other cars and trucks parked there seemed to be faded and lacking.

“They will tow you,” I said.

He shrugged, “Special modification. All the wheels lock. They’d have to get a crane and pick it up to move it.”

I looked at him. “You park illegally a lot?”

“Did a favor for a guy once and got towed in the process. He owned a Jaguar dealership. He did it pro bono.” He pulled the remote control from his pocket and pushed the button. The car unlocked but no beeping and no flashing lights.

“Sometimes it’s better to unlock at night without advertisement.” He smiled at me. “Same guy.”

“You drive,” I said. I popped the Mustang trunk and snagged the gun case that held the Kahr 45 and two clips. We took the Hawkmobile.

Driving with Blackhawk was like driving with Jeff Gordon. Everything was smooth, economic and fast. He glided through the traffic like a trout headed upstream. He could anticipate an opening in the traffic before it happened. If he couldn’t avoid stopping at a light he would always pull up behind the line of cars that ultimately would be away faster than the other lane. Sometimes that is easy. You pull up behind the Corvette instead of the old sedan with Wisconsin plates. With him it was effortless.

I directed him to the 101 and we headed west. Ghazi had said we would find the place in a strip mall on Avondale Ave. If I remembered correctly that was how you got to Phoenix International Raceway. Where they had Nascar races. It shouldn’t be too hard to check out the strip malls along the way. Blackhawk and I had the same smartphone so I plugged into his car charger. Since it was completely dead it took a moment for it to initialize. When it came awake, I looked at the map. Avondale Boulevard wasn’t very long. How many strip malls could there be?

I met a guy at El Patron once. A big Nascar fan. He talked about going to the track like a kid would talk about Christmas. He said he would take his woman and pull their RV out to the track. They have a special lot set aside for RVs and he said people would come out and park a week before the race. It was a good quarter mile from the track. He said he had been going for years, and now there was an entire group that all came and parked next to each other, and had their Nascar reunion. They’d set out their camp chairs and grills and coolers of beer. When race day came they’d gather ‘round and someone would fire up a portable TV and they would all watch the race without actually going to the track.

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