The Big Tow by Ann McMan

Author:Ann McMan [McMan, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781612941844
Publisher: Bywater Books
Published: 2020-08-26T22:00:00+00:00

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It was nearly 10 a.m. when I crawled out of bed on Sunday. I remembered nothing about how I got home, but since my car was MIA, I assumed Sebastian and Frankie must’ve poured me into his Audi.

Sebastian was nowhere to be found, but when I made my way to the kitchen, I discovered that he’d left me a thermos of coffee and a note taped to a grease-stained Bojangles bag. Big block letters ordered me to eat its contents. I took a cautious peek and discovered a monstrous, foil-wrapped country ham, egg and cheese biscuit.

It actually smelled pretty good.

Taking that as a hopeful sign, I carried the coffee and the biscuit out back to sit on our brick patio. It was a nice morning—mild temperature, low humidity, and not a cloud in the deep blue sky. It was a textbook Carolina spring day. The setting was so peaceful and unspoiled that I had a hard time squaring it with the insanity we’d been discussing last night.

As I ate my biscuit, I marveled that I wasn’t hung over. Don’t know how I dodged that bullet.

I wondered how Frankie had made out, and what she was up to.

And where the hell was Sebastian?

I’d also carried my iPad and cell phone outside with me. It seemed like a good time to start doing a little scouting related to our next heist. I spent some time looking at maps of Lake Norman waterways and trying to identify a remote public boat landing that might work as a site for us to take the Donzi out of the water without creating too much of a stir. I thought somewhere in Lincoln or Iredell counties might be good, since they both were far enough removed from the Peninsula Club to avoid having anyone recognize the boat, yet not too far from I-40, so we could make a straight shot back to K-Vegas once we had the thing trailered.

My cell phone rang. I picked it up but didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?” I answered tentatively.

“This Vera?” A woman’s husky-sounding voice asked.

“Um. Yes.”

“This is Linda, from the NRB. Eddie asked me to give you a call and ask where you want the rig delivered?”

Rig? What rig?

“Um, hi there . . . Linda. I’m not sure I know what you mean . . . what kind of rig are you referencing?”

Linda cleared her throat. It sounded like she spat something out, too. There was a fair amount of wind noise on the line. “The quad cab and the trailer.” Her voice sounded impatient. “Eddie said you needed them for a pickup. Where do you want me to drop them off? We’re headed your way right now.”

Oh, sweet mother of pearl . . .

“Um . . . I’m sorry Miss . . . er . . .Linda. I haven’t really had time to think about where we need to keep the . . . rig. Does it have to be brought over today?”

“Eddie’s orders were to hand it off to you today, and I’m already halfway to Winston.

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