Burn Box: Embers, Book 1 by Bobby Adair

Author:Bobby Adair [Adair, Bobby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beezle Media, LLC
Published: 2023-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

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And that’s just about how long it did last, that amount, right there.

It occurred to me that I was 80 miles from home with no biobracelet to ID me, no payment method on my person, I was wearing a highly recognizable State Ag Department sack suit which, even if I hadn't just shot up a bar, would get me arrested sooner or later, and I was driving a truck that would be on the virus cops’ radar.

Details. Important ones. I skidded the pickup to a stop. While the burned rubber smoke from the tires wafted in through my open window, I hurriedly reloaded my shotgun. Rethought my decision and realized I had no good options.

I spun the tires as I accelerated again, rushing through a fast Y-turn in the road and racing back the way I’d come. I cut the last turn hard to get onto the street in front of the gambling warehouse.

Several people were just now coming outside.

The man I’d run over in the street was stirring, so I ran him over again—what else could I do—and stopped. Flinging my door open, I fired my shotgun in the direction of the knuckleheads who’d come outside.

They scattered, giving me the moments of privacy I needed to get done what I needed to get done. I dropped to a knee beside the bloody body of the man I’d run over twice. His pistol lay across the street, but that wasn’t what I was after. I patted him down and found a cellphone in his pocket. I powered it up, used his thumbprint to unlock it, and jumped back in the truck.

I sped away, dialing Chaz as I went.

“What?” he snapped as soon as he answered.

“Listen,” I panted, “Algo Ass Clown is down. I repeat, he is down. Dead. I’m on a hot phone in a hot truck. I’ve got no biobracelet and no money. There are many, many witnesses. I need an exit.” I turned right down a dark road and pushed the gas pedal to the floor. “I don’t know how long I’ve got before the shit comes down on me. I’m going to ditch the truck as soon as I find a good place. I’ll need to toss the phone, too. You need to find me an escape. In a big hurry. Call me back. ASAP. Got it?”

Chaz didn’t respond.

“Dammit, Mr. Maestrochazbro. Do you hear me?”

“Target down. Ton of shit. Need exit,” he summarized. “Yeah. I got it. I’ll call you back in thirty.” He hung up.

I hurtled away into the darkness.

Thirty-seven minutes later, getting severely nervous about being in Fort Collins proper, I’d driven my truck out to Horsetooth reservoir. I found a place where the ground near the road sloped toward a cliff above the water. I hoped the water below was deep.

I dialed Chaz.

The phone rang, three, four, seven times before he picked up. “Mr. Maestrochazbro, I need—”

“Patience.”

“I don’t have time for—”

“I got you covered, but it’s going to be a while. Keep your head. Where are you?”

“How long?”

“Two, three hours tops.

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