Tahoe Killshot by Todd Borg

Author:Todd Borg
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, mystery, detective, tahoe, owen mckenna
Publisher: Todd Borg

THIRTY-FOUR

I got Spot folded back into the broken Karmann Ghia seat and we drove across town to the bike shop. It was getting late, but I still had errands to run before I went to my next hiding place.

“Hey,” Joey said when I walked in. “You get hold of Wheels on that guide thing you wanted?”

“Yes, I did. He was very helpful. Any idea where I could find Bobby Crash?”

“The snowboarder? I don’t know where he lives, but he works up at Squaw. You could check there.”

“Thanks. I also wanted to rent a mountain bike.”

“What happened, you crash yours?”

“No,” I said, thinking that I couldn’t risk picking it up at my cabin. “I’ve got a friend coming to visit and we wanted to go for a ride. He’s a tall guy like me, so whatever fits me will work.”

Joey scanned the rack. “I’ve got one large frame left. Lemme give it a turn through the parking lot, check the derailleur.”

He pulled the bike from the rack and rode it around the blacktop, shifting up and down through the gears. “Looks good,” he said as he braked to a stop.

“Let me adjust the seat post.” He wheeled it over next to me, opened the quick-release and pulled the seat up to its highest position. “What do you think?”

I got on, put my foot on the pedal. “Feels good.”

Joey was staring at the little Karmann Ghia. “How you gonna get this bike home?” He walked over to the car. The passenger window was open. Spot had cranked his head around and rested his jaw on the door.

“Big dog,” Joey said as he gave Spot a pet.

“I thought I could lash the bike to the little luggage rack,” I said.

“Be like tying it to a paper clip,” he said.

I purchased some bungie cords and Joey found some foam padding. We jammed the padding under the pedal and the axle points, then lashed the bike down to the luggage rack. It was wobbly, but seemed to hold. I thanked him and left.

I stopped at the supermarket and bought a couple of days worth of food, human type and dog type. I found a small daypack to put it in.

My biggest concern was driving up the east shore past the driveway to my cabin without being seen. A Harlequin Great Dane in an orange Karmann Ghia was not the best way to be incognito. But I had no choice.

I made it unaccosted to the Spooner Lake Campground where I’d met Wheels Washburn. I parked in one of the less-visible spaces. There were other cars and pickups and campers around, but the only people I was aware of were making noise inside of a tent.

When you wear a pack on your front, the straps want to slip off your shoulders. So I put the daypack on my front first, followed by the backpack. The straps of the backpack held the straps of the front pack in place. Last, I pulled out the tarp and tied it in place over the car.

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