Time Travel Twins (Book 1): Saving JFK by W. Green

Author:W. Green [Green, W.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science Fiction/Time Travel
Publisher: Zippy Books
Published: 2011-07-04T04:00:00+00:00

Buford was easy to find. He hung out with all the other cab drivers, at least for lunch, in a narrow Greek restaurant sandwiched between two old loft buildings. The roof of the one story eatery exhaled a cloud of greasy kitchen exhaust that slid down the storefront and filled the sidewalk air below with the pleasant odors of burning sheep and pigs. However, the tasty animal aromas only rankled Costas. He had lost his appetite months ago. Now such smells quickly brought him to the edge of nausea. He ducked into the joint and ordered a glass of seltzer water, drank half a glass quickly, and then quietly belched. He surveyed the dining area and spotted his man. The big black man, his arm in a shiny white plaster cast, stood out like a tethered advertising balloon.

“Mr. Buford?”

The man looked up from his meal, “Who’s askin’?”

“Name’s Art Lucas. Federal Life and Casualty.” Costas handed him a card. “I’m following up on that little bump up you had on North Lake Shore Drive a couple of weeks back.” He sat down opposite the cab driver.

Buford checked out the card. “Humph. Insurance investigator—anything in it for me?” He lifted his heavily wrapped arm as a demonstration of need.

“Just might be,” said Costas. “Things like this go that way often enough.”

“Well as you can see brother, I got busted up. Of course I’m lucky to be here at all.”

“Bad?”

“Bad enough. Damn car rammed into us. Sent us into the pond. Right to the bottom. Shit. I thought I was a goner.”

“So the other car went out of control?”

Buford laughed. “Oh no. That sonabitch was in control. He wanted us to take a dive.”

“Why?”

“Dunno’ know man—say where you from? Not from here are ya?”

Costas smiled. “You have a good ear. Harlem. New York.”

“Thought as much. Anyway, the only thing I can think of is that they were after my fare.”

“Who’s that?”

“Older guy with a teen-age boy. Kid never talked. Older guy was a gabber. They were from out of town. Said he was a teacher, I think. Out east some place. Visitors like you. But I owe the kid.” Buford kept eating his lunch. His frozen arm hindered normal hand to mouth movement. His burger made it in, but not without a struggle. A spot of mayo hung on his jowl. Costas spotted it and pointed to his own cheek. Buford looked puzzled and continued eating.

Costas moved on. ‘How’s that?”

The cabbie swallowed a mouthful before answering. “Saved my life. Strongest sonagun I ever met. Didn’t look like much. Pretty boy. But jeezz he had to be Atlas to get me out. I was drown'n. Trapped underwater. But the kid swam down. Opened the damn door and got me out. I don’t know how, but he did it. All I got was this busted wing.”

“Lucky for you man—names?”

“No names. No nothing. By the time I came back to the livin’ they was gone and I woke up in the back of a meat wagon. Too bad, I owe the kid.

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