Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“The hell did you say?” I’m pissed as fuck. The next time he needs his patrol car serviced or repaired, he better check his brake lines because I’m liable to cut the fuckers.
“Boyo, you find our girl?” He tries to change the subject.
“Not yet. I’m running out of places to look. And you’re not getting in your truck either. I’ll deal with Sanders after I find Carsynn. You stay near your phone. I’m going to broaden my search and head toward the interstate.” I turn my truck away from the area with a handful of stores and restaurants. Not much of a downtown square in our tiny town. More like a few stoplights, a mom-and-pop place here or there, the library, a post office, the diner, the grocery store, and my auto shop. Other than that, you’ve got to go out of town to get anything Plaine Hill doesn’t offer.
“Good idea. You better call me the second you find her, or I’ll whoop your tail like I will Sanders’.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll see how elections go next year. That will make him think again. I wouldn’t be on the roads as long if he’d answer the damn phone and do his job.” The palm of my hand beats down on the center console. I’m driving entirely too slowly for my liking, and it would have been fucking helpful to have two trucks on the road to find Carsynn rather than one. Hell, Gramps could have driven if I’d had the forethought to drop him off at the shop to grab a bigger truck. Selfishly, I didn’t want to worry about two people I care about, and now I’m in a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation.
“Damn straight. Alright, I’m getting off the phone in case our girl calls. Be safe and don’t forget to call,” Gramps states.
“I won’t have to call. You will in another ten minutes,” I make light of the situation even though worry is settling in deeper and deeper by the minute.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replies. I hear the click of the phone call ending, and I’m back to having my full attention on the road. My foot presses down on the accelerator faster than I should, testing the abilities of my tires and skill with the way the ice is thickening on the asphalt, but I’ll be damned if Carsynn is out stranded on the side of the road. Gramps nodded to her car when we walked out of the diner, putting thoughts in my head without so much as saying a word. Us McCoy men know what we want once our eyes are locked on the prize. It’s a story Gramps tells over and over again. Why he’ll never move on and start a new life with someone else. When he vowed ‘til death do us part, he meant it, and he said he’ll meet her again on the other side.
One look at Carsynn, and I knew she’d be mine. Now if only I could find her. I hit the two-lane highway, flick on my high beams, and drive like a bat out of hell. The curves are a nasty bitch. I make it work, though there are a few that are a little sketchy, making me slow down, pissing me off.
“Goddamn it, where are you, Carsynn?” I hope to hell she isn’t broken down on the side of the road because her car should have seen a junkyard ten years ago. All I know is once I find her, she won’t be in that car anymore. I’ve got plenty of extra vehicles that run in the back of McCoy’s shop, a few that other owners didn’t want to put the money in and I bought off them for a fair value. A fuck of a lot newer than Carsynn’s car, that’s for damn sure. I shook my head when I saw the state it was in, there wasn’t much time to jot down a list of things I noticed, the tires were one of them, damn near bald. There wasn’t anything I could do right then and there. I’d only met her, and she hadn’t said too many words to me. I was going to wait until my little fairy was at Gramps’ later this week, stop by and use him as an in.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, fucking hell.” I round the last embankment and see all too clearly what I didn’t want to see. Through my truck and the road noise, I can hear the horn like someone is pressed against it. A car is flipped over on its roof, and judging by the color, my worst fucking nightmare has come to life. I slow down, making sure I stay on the road and don’t hit the iced grass of the shoulder, or I’d be right there beside the car. As soon as I’m stopped, I throw my truck in Park, fling the door open, and climb out. The cold-as-fuck weather does nothing to deter me. The smoke coming from her car is either a blown head gasket or from the airbags. Either way, I’m getting Carsynn the fuck out of there, and I’m not waiting on an ambulance.