Wings of Steele 3: Revenge and Retribution by Jeffrey Burger

Author:Jeffrey Burger
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Jeffrey J. Burger
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA : MIDNIGHT AUTO

Most of Birmingham was in the rear-view mirror when the old sedan began coughing up what felt like the equivalent of a lung. Chase knew from the beginning it would never last the entire trip, the sedan hadn't been quite right since they'd acquired it not more than a mile or two from the River Inn & Marina. Now he was hoping it would last just a few more miles.

Karen opened her eyes, stretching, “What's wrong?”

“Engine's almost done...”

“Poor thing,” she mumbled. “Where are we? What time is it?”

“About one in the morning... We just passed through Birmingham.” He hazarded a glance in the mirror as he moved to the outer lane. “Geez, she won't even hold fifty-five...”

Karen looked around, seeing nothing but a few scattered lights, “What's the plan?”

“I saw a billboard advertising a dealership ahead, I'm hoping she'll get us that far.”

“You thinking of trading her in?” joked Karen.

“Funny girl,” he shot back. “I'm hoping not to have to walk too far.”

A gentle curve in the road and a break in the trees on the right side of the highway revealed a cluster of lights. “Is that it?” she pointed.

Chase had his foot buried in the accelerator pedal, half the cylinders firing in a lumpy, chug that was quickly dropping towards forty miles an hour. “I sure hope so...”

“I see the sign, that's it!”

“And no exit... oh well.” Chase lifted his foot off the floored pedal and the engine immediately wheezed to a backfiring, belching idle as he steered it across the shoulder and onto the grass. The old engine groaned when it quit and he let it roll to a stop on its own, shutting off the lights. Chase made a finger gun and shot the dashboard, complete with sound effect.

Karen swung her door open, “What was that?”

“When your horse goes lame, you don't let it suffer, you put it out of its misery. I was putting it out of its misery,” he shrugged, opening his door.

Hand sanitizer on a clean sock will work almost as well as alcohol or bleach wipes for removing fingerprints. It might not completely clean DNA but it would make it a great deal tougher finding any intact. His task complete, Chase stuffed the gear in his bag and hefted the backpack over one shoulder, heading for the tree line where Karen and Allie were waiting.

Moving through the trees, down the gentle embankment toward the lights of the dealership, Chase was running alarm systems through his head preparing himself for what he might encounter. As a security specialist, he had done his fair share of ethical security breaches for corporate and private clients. There were almost always weaknesses that could be taken advantage of; you just had to find them. Some were harder than others to find. The thing you couldn't plan for was the human element. Outside interference. A bystander, employee, security guard, cop, dogs... Dogs were a real pain in the ass, no pun intended. He even ran across a client in Miami that had a Bengal Tiger roaming the grounds of his estate.

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