Hysteria by P. W. Creighton

Author:P. W. Creighton [Creighton, P.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Astraea Press LLC
Published: 2013-08-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“Watch it!” Veronica shouted, tumbling to her right in the back of the rover as Alison took another turn too quickly. I saw Alison hide a smile while I continued fighting with the idiotic programming of the GPS. Every beep of complaint made me think of a new creative thing to do to the programmers. In the side mirror, I could see the three Sheriff’s department SUVs tailing us.

“Whose idea was it to get this one?” I shouted, as the GPS complained again.

“That would be you.” Alison glanced at me through her bangs. Our brief stop at the Sheriff’s station to drop off the confession hardly went as planned. The Sheriff’s department had logged more than forty incidents in the area over the last five months. They decided to use Boggs’ disappearance as an excuse to investigate under the guise of ‘search and rescue.’

“Could you slow it down a bit?” Veronica forced herself upright to lean forward between the seats. Her sunglasses were crooked, and she looked even more frazzled. She had met us at the station and decided to ride with us to give herself time to recover from her binge last night. Between her hangover and Alison’s driving, we had already stopped for her twice. I exchanged a glance with Alison that caused a stifled chuckle. Alison took another quick turn to slam Veronica into the side of the seat. “I hate you!”

“Are you wearing a seatbelt?” I dropped the GPS into my jacket pocket.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t help with her driving.” Veronica leaned forward again to glare at our chauffer. “Take it easy. You’re going to lose our guests.”

“They’re fine.” Alison looked in her mirror at the big gray truck trailing behind the Sheriff’s department on our bumper.

“What, you think it’s going to matter if we save a few minutes of drive-time and end up in a ditch?” Veronica grumbled. In retaliation, Alison aimed the rover at a deep pothole. The rover slammed into the crater and sent Veronica bouncing in the air. A hollow thump against the canvas roof signaled Veronica’s new headache. “Where did you learn to drive?” She rubbed her head.

“There it is.” Alison pointed at the blue house through the trees.

“Good.” Veronica let out a groan of relief. Alison spun the wheel turning the vehicle into the driveway. The rover whined to a stop in the driveway alongside the Sheriff’s truck. Two SUV’s continued toward Boggs, while the third revved its engine and crawled onto the lawn. The ancient gray truck followed suit. The vehicles came to a stop arranged in a rough fan.

I gave the girls a worried look, as the Sheriff sent a deputy over to the SUV to talk with the driver. I took a deep breath and climbed out with Alison. I held the seat forward to let Veronica out. She staggered over to lean on the truck. We had managed to change out of our suits and into t-shirts and jeans, thanks to Veronica’s delivery, but she still looked out of place in her pink tank-top and leather motorcycle jacket.

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