Hurricane Force by DeLeon Jana

Author:DeLeon, Jana [DeLeon, Jana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Jana DeLeon
Published: 2015-09-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

My timing was excellent, because I landed square in the middle on top of the Cadillac. Gertie accelerated again and I heard the men yelling behind me as the first bullet whizzed by my head. I rolled to the side of the car, tucked into the window and dropped into the passenger’s seat. Gertie yanked the wheel to the right and we tore out of the alley. We were halfway down the next street when I heard a car roar to life and looked back to see a black sedan squeal away from the curb.

“They’re following us!” I shouted.

Gertie glanced in the rearview mirror. “Glove box!”

I opened the glove box and found a small arsenal. A nine-millimeter, a .45, a flare gun, and God forbid, a grenade.

I wasn’t about to risk hitting a civilian with the nine, so I grabbed the flare gun and fired it at their hood. The flare screamed out of the gun and landed right in the middle of their windshield.

“Bull’s-eye!” Gertie yelled.

I was just about to fire again when I heard a crash. A second later, the porcelain toilet appeared behind Gertie’s car, rolling down the street. The men’s vision had been compromised by the flare and they didn’t see the toilet until it was too late. They hit it head-on, and the sedan slid sideways and crashed into a Dumpster. Gertie made a hard right onto the next street, then a left on the next as I watched over the seat.

“I think we lost them,” I said and turned around to flop down in the passenger’s seat.

“We lost them and the darn toilet.” Gertie shook her head in dismay.

“I thought you had your trunk bottom fixed.” When I’d first arrived in Sinful, there had been an unfortunate incident during which I’d been required to ride in the trunk. Even more unfortunate had been when the bottom fell out of it, dropping me to the ground right in front of Carter, who was the person I was trying to hide from.

“I sorta fixed it,” Gertie said.

I nodded. Gertie was sorta known for sorta fixing things. “Well, this is one of those rare times when your lack of attention to proper maintenance paid off.”

“Except for the part where we don’t have a toilet for Carter.”

“I’ll tell him the trunk bottom is missing, and it wouldn’t fit in the backseat. That’s all true enough. At least, it is now.” I sat up straight in my seat. “Crap! We left Ida Belle!”

I was just pulling my phone out of my pocket when Gertie’s phone signaled she’d received a text. I grabbed her phone from the center console and checked it.

Did you two get away?

“It’s Ida Belle,” I said and sent a text back.

Barely. Where are you?

I’m taking Uber. Pick me up at the French Market.

I heaved a sigh of relief. “We need to pick her up at the French Market.”

“Good. Since I’ve been weaving up and down streets like a drunk, we’re only a couple blocks away.”

She turned down Governor Nicholls Street and pulled up to the corner and stopped.

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