Sea to Sky (A Hunter Rayne highway mystery) by Donald R.E

Author:Donald, R.E. [Donald, R.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Proud Horse Publishing
Published: 2012-12-22T05:00:00+00:00

Elspeth Watson had been clock-watching since ten o’clock, which was highly unusual for her. Normally, time went by quickly because hers was a busy job. Phone calls from shippers, phone calls from receivers, phone and radio calls from drivers; it wasn’t uncommon for her to have three or four lines going at the same time. Then there was Wally, her main warehouse guy, popping in and out of the warehouse for instructions, drivers leaning on the front counter wanting to chew the fat while their trucks were being loaded or unloaded, and Peterbilt skittering around looking for an errant piece of kibble or needing to go outside for a pee.

Today, however, she watched the clock because she was anxious to help Hunter out with his investigation, and couldn’t wait for the pace to slow down so she could make a few phone calls. The most important one was to her friend, Marilyn Jenkins, aka MJ, at Hastings & Toop Customs Brokers.

“MJ! You had lunch yet? Wanna meet me at Edna’s?”

“What the … you never take a lunch break on Mondays, girl. You sick or something?”

Ten minutes later, they were seated across from each other at a small table against the wall in Edna’s Kitchen. ‘Edna’ was actually a Chinese couple who called themselves Susan and Walter. Walter did most of the cooking and Susan yelled out the orders from tableside in Chinese, which usually didn’t sound anything like ‘soup and sandwich special’ or ‘deluxe burger with fries’. It was the only place to eat in the immediate area, so it was usually busy, but you never had to wait long for a table. Their coffee was weak and the chairs were small and hard, so diners didn’t linger. The chairs were especially uncomfortable for diners as large and heavy as El and MJ, so El got right to the point.

“I need a favor. I need you to get in touch with some of your pals across the border and see if you can dig up anything on a company called Blue Hills Industries in Sylmar, California.”

MJ looked at her as if she’d just suggested going to the gym.

“I’m serious. You cleared a shipment from them two years ago for Northstar in Abbotsford. You must know something about them.”

“Get real, El. I can’t even remember the name, let alone anything about them.”

“What about you look in your files.”

“No. Our files from year before last are all in boxes at the back of our warehouse. Besides, there won’t be anything but an invoice in our files. What’s that supposed to tell you? What do you need to know about them for anyway?”

Susan showed up with the coffee pot, ready to pour. El waved it away and asked for a Coke. “What’s the soup du jour?”

“Today special chicken noo-doh wif egg samitch.”

“What comes first?” asked MJ. “The chicken or the egg?”

“Come together. You want?” Susan was short and skinny and always seemed to be in a rush. She wore a blue dress and white apron like an old fashioned waitress, and big white Reeboks.

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