Lonely Coast: An Ellie O'Conner Novel (Ellie O'Conner Coastal Suspense Series Book 6) by Jack Hardin

Author:Jack Hardin [Hardin, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Salty Mangrove Press
Published: 2019-12-29T16:00:00+00:00

The Nissan’s struts groaned across the potholes that punctuated the neglected dirt road. Carl white-knuckled the steering wheel as the front end of the car dipped into another rut and popped out again only after he fed the engine more gas. He started to wonder if there was actually a spare tire in the back. He wasn’t sure that there was, and way out here was about the last place he would want to be stranded without one. He finally reached the main asphalt road again. After checking in both directions, he turned south, allowing himself one more look down the dirt road to make sure he wasn’t being followed.

This was the second time he had met that Cody guy and the second time he got the willies doing it. Carl had spent three years in prison, three years living with the offscouring of humanity—murderers, drug dealers, rapists, abusers, and con artists, the latter of which had made great sport of swindling nursing-homebound retirees out of their hard-earned money. He had seen his fair share of bad dudes. In fact, he fancied himself to be among their ranks. But Cody—he seemed to be in a league all his own. There was something frosty and eerie about him, almost like a snake that had recently shed its skin or a wolf that had relinquished his disguise. In a way it made sense. The guy had been an elementary school math teacher and then decided the thing to do would be to set off a bomb on a public bus. It took a special kind of person to do something like that—special and probably a little perverse. The reality that Carl had been complicit by providing Cody with the C-4 hardly entered his mind. Still, he creeped Carl out. And just what the hell did that mean?—“Before I change my mind.” Carl didn’t really know, but he thought he might have a faint idea. A frigid shiver ran across his back, and he pressed the gas pedal a little harder, checking his rearview again for good measure.

Ten minutes later, he was passing through a small town and feeling a little better about the whole thing, glad to be done with Cody Weiland and good riddance to whatever he had planned. His nerves were just about all frayed at the ends, and he needed to chill. Carl worked his fingers into the inside pocket of his denim jacket and pulled out a baggie of good ol’ Oregonian grass. He took a quick look at the contents and growled to himself. He was out of joints. The baggie had a few slips of roll paper and plenty enough grass for several joints. But that meant he was going to have to pull over and roll one. He was in the middle of nowhere again and was about to move over to the shoulder when he navigated a bend in the road and there, off on the shoulder, was a cop, just waiting for some unsuspecting speedster like Carl to blaze on by.

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