Tijuana Nights (The Nights Series Book 1) by Leigh K. Hunt

Author:Leigh K. Hunt [Hunt, Leigh K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Dwell Press
Published: 2014-07-26T00:00:00+00:00

An hour later we were browsing through the car lots. We had abandoned the cars in town, unlocked, with the keys left in them. It felt like a total waste in my opinion, but Chase had said that whoever looked closely at River's plates would be able to trace them back to the original dealership, and see that two other cars were bought that same day.

I guessed that he was being extra cautious. And then he clarified that if the Ute driver had managed to get the plate of the car I was driving, and tell anyone about it, then it was a foregone conclusion that they would check that as well... and sooner or later they would be tracked back to us and on someone’s watch list.

That was a point I couldn't argue with.

I ran my hand over the gun-metal grey paint of a particularly nice Mustang. It was an American muscle car that I would love to drive one day... would be even better if I could drive one in the States. I would feel like a character in Thelma and Louise, only I would never be as careless as to drive it over a cliff.

"You've got good taste in cars," Chase commented as he walked up beside me. "I used to own one of these."

I hated to ask but I had to. "What happened to it?"

Chase shrugged. "Gave it away."

I shook my head. "So no throwing it over a cliff or anything, then?"

He looked at me blankly. "Not lately," he responded. He turned around. "Come on," he called over his shoulder. "We got a couple of cars to drive home."

We weaved in amongst the cars in the dealership, and eventually reached a man holding some paperwork in a file, and keys in the other hand.

He didn't look happy with Chase. Or maybe he didn't look happy with me. He was a short stocky man, with a bushy moustache. It made it hard to tell if he was smiling or not, especially since he was wearing reflective sunglasses.

Chase spoke a few words in Spanish to him, and he replied with something to do with him being a gringo. I studied him hard.

I don't think he liked selling these cars to Chase, but he eventually handed over the keys and the paperwork. Chase handed me one set, and pointed to the far end of the yard. "Just beep the central locking, and you'll eventually come across it."

"Righto," I muttered. Wasn't the first time I'd had to do something like that.

I made my way in the general direction Chase pointed me, clicking the little remote as I went. And then I saw it.

It was a Dodge. A nice, sleek, dark grey one. As I got closer, I saw that it was the Charger model.

I sighed, and smiled. I was going to get to drive good old American muscle... just not in America.

Chase jogged up to me, and handed me a memory stick that he'd pulled from the car that we'd just ditched.

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