A Long Ride by Henry Roi

Author:Henry Roi [Roi, Henry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Terminal Velocity - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2019-12-27T22:00:00+00:00

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The breeze flowing in the front windows was cool, but the car was hotter than a lucrative crack house. In the eight minutes it took for us to get to Highway 49, several hundred law enforcement officers were put on alert. The GPS was disabled, so they couldn't track our position, and the roads we used up until now were mostly without traffic. Listening to the officers on the radio helped, though they were aware of it and used codes none of us were familiar with. The real boon was Ace. He tracked us by his wife's iPhone, and somehow knew where all the cops were. Even Blondie, a contender in the hacking world, was baffled by the geek's computing mojo.

Could he really have hacked into the police, sheriff, and highway patrol systems all at once? I laughed, “Probably has an app for it.” Didn't seem possible, yet he knew, and twice already gave us warning so that Shocker could steer us close to a tall truck for cover. We cruised under the Interstate 10 overpass, Blondie and I still laying low.

“They're all over forty-nine north,” Ace said, voice smug on the tiny speaker. “Bobby called in an anonymous tip, claiming he saw people in Lyman that weren't cops ditch a cop car. You guys should be in the clear now.”

“Oh, that's what's up,” Blondie purred. She looked at Shocker, who still paid close attention to oncoming traffic and the sides of the highway, though had slowed some and relaxed her grip on the wheel. “Bobby's a good friend, huh?”

Shocker smiled wide. “I met him at a casino years ago. He was in a suite across from me.” She sighed with thoughts of another lifetime. I tried hard to block out their girl-talk but my damn ears betrayed me. “He was competing in a bodybuilder contest the same night I had a fight there. So of course we had VIP passes to all sorts of event crap. Kept running into each other. Eventually we quit just saying hi and had a conversation. Turned out, he was an auto paint and body specialist, and I just happened to be looking to hire one for my shop. The man knows metal and paint.” She beamed with pride.

“Boss,” Bobby's baritone strained the phone's speaker, a smile in it. “Don't start telling all my secrets now.”

“Yeah,” Ace concurred, laughing with his friend. “Don't tell how the man writes code. Like Razor said, I thought women were supposed to talk about men behind their back.”

Blondie smirked. “He still calls you 'Boss' though he treats you like a sister.”

“He better,” Shocker laughed. “We've been through so much. And he's never had a better friend than Ace. Those two…”

Ah. Relief. The 'ol fingers-in-the-ears-while-humming was childish, sure, but effective. I hummed All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix while stretched out on the cramped backseat. As I finished and started flipping through my mental collection of music, my right finger abruptly jammed deep into my ear, car lurching forward, transmission dropping into first as Shocker punched it to run.

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