A Playboy in Peril by Kelly Rey

Author:Kelly Rey [Rey, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2018-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

It took a while to get out of the parking lot, with all the customers leaving at the same time, and when we did, we couldn't reach any kind of speed until the herd thinned. By then, Maizy practically vibrated with impatience, and I'd dozed off. Until we got to Max's. Then I came awake as if a jolt of electricity had sizzled through me, remembering the last time we'd been there, with Hank lurking in the dark office. That wouldn't be a problem this time around since Hank was with Susan One.

Maizy swung a looping left turn into the lot. "It's here," she said. She seemed disappointed.

"So it's not the truck that keeps chasing us," I said. That wasn't entirely bad news because it made Hank seem less likely to be the main suspect. I wasn't at all sure we could handle that much suspect.

We sat silent for a beat.

"Hey," Maizy said. "It's been moved."

I frowned through the windshield. "Has it?"

Maizy put the Escort in park and leaned over to scrounge in the glove compartment. "It was nose-in last time we were here. Now it's tailgate in."

"Are you sure?"

"You know I am."

"That doesn't mean anything," I said. "Hank probably drove it into the garage to work on it."

"That would be one explanation," she agreed.

I moved my knees out of her way. "What are you looking for?"

"Something to write on. Scrap of paper. Bank envelope."

"You won't find one of those," I told her. I pulled a wad of napkins out of my bag and peeled one off. "Will this do?"

She took it and got out of the car. "Wait here."

"What are you doing?" I called after her. "It's not the truck!"

"Information never hurts," she called back.

Maybe information didn't, but winged creatures of the night did, so I stayed right where I was, watching while she slapped the napkin on the hood to jot down the license plate number then immediately picked it up and pressed her hand to the hood instead.

I rolled down my window. "What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"It's warm." She moved her hand around. "It's been driven recently."

Oh, boy. My eyes went straight to the office to check for movement inside. It was hard to see. The only illumination we had was the Escort's rheumy headlights.

"Get the plate, and let's go!" I urged her. "It doesn't matter anyway. It's not the truck!"

"I need to hear the horn!"

Oh, right. The air horn.

"Give me a second," she called.

I heard the drone of an approaching vehicle. "Someone's coming!" I yelled.

Maizy scribbled the plate number on the napkin, shoved it into her jeans pocket, and rushed back to the car. As soon as she slid behind the wheel, a decrepit white van wheezed past, the pale oval of a face turned in our direction.

"That's him!" Maizy gunned it, sending up a spray of dirt and cinders behind us.

I grabbed for the dash. "Who? Who is it?"

"Gilbert Gleason!" She peeled out onto the blacktop and took off after the van. "I bet he's going home.

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