Motorhomes, Maps, & Murder (A Camper & Criminals Cozy Mystery Book 5) by Tonya Kappes

Author:Tonya Kappes [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tonya Kappes
Published: 2019-02-10T18:30:00+00:00

Twelve

The motorhome needed a front end alignment, or maybe I was going a little faster than a motorhome should, but I was on a mission to return Frank and Barbara’s home on wheels before any sort of insurance claim was filed and Happy Trails was taken away from me.

I reached over for my cell when I realized I’d left it and my purse in my car back at Kissing Point with Abby and the drunk Bass boy. She was right in that I probably should’ve called Hank, but it wasn’t in my nature to change tracks to do the right thing when I was on a mission, especially a mission to save my livelihood. Besides, the campground wasn’t far and while Frank and Barbara were checking out their place to make sure it was okay, which it appeared to be, I would call Hank then. After I called Ken, my insurance man, that is.

“What on earth?” The flashing red and white lights from a Daniel Boone National Park’s forest ranger truck caught my eye in the rearview mirror. “Great,” I groaned and veered to the side with a tiny bit of hope he wasn’t pulling me over. “This is the last thing I need.”

That hope crashed and burned when he pulled up behind me.

“Get out of the motorhome with your hands up!” The ranger was screaming over his loud speaker from inside of his truck.

“What?” I twisted around and to look through the motorhome and out the window in the back. “What did he say?” I asked myself as though I was going to answer and shifted my gaze to the side mirror attached to the driver’s side door.

“Get out of the car with your hands up!” This time he’d opened his door and his head was sticking out of the truck between the opened door and the roof. “I said…”

I wasn’t sure what he said after that. All I knew was that he had his gun sticking straight towards the motorhome and I knew I should’ve listened to Abby about calling Hank.

“I’m out!” I yelled with my hands raised above my head. “I know I was speeding, but I need to get this motorhome. . .” I tried to explain.

I couldn’t even get out the rest of my sentence.

“Stop talking!” He yelled from the truck. “Is anyone else in the vehicle?”

“No.” I shook my head and started to lower my arms.

“Keep your arms up in the air!” he yelled, making me jerk my arms up.

“Okay. Fine!” I yelled, but he didn’t seem to care. He kept his gun on me while he talked into his phone. He was too far back for me to hear what he was saying, but I did hear the sirens. “Thank goodness,” I sighed, knowing Hank was on the way.

When several other ranger trucks pulled up, I became increasingly worried. Hank’s big black car was nowhere to be seen.

“Lay on the ground!” one of them ordered me with his gun trained on me. “Lay on the ground with your nose touching the pavement now!”

I gulped and did exactly what he said.

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