Today’s excerpt is from Escape
From Mexico, brings Clyde Feegle to Missouri, where he joins Bob
Becker’s operation. After freeing a
friend of Clyde’s sister from Mexican custody, the Scotts join the group trying
to clear her. As part of the plan,
Michelle Becker is to fly from Denver to Tucson to do a bit of undercover
work. Things go wrong in Denver when
some pot gets in the way. Enjoy and
have a fantastic day.
m.j.
Everything went according to plan, until
Michelle got a cab in the morning for the trip to the airport. Then, things fell apart. Michelle called Bob to report, “I missed the
damned flight.”
“What? How did you manage to do that?”
“Shut up,
Bob. I detect sarcasm in your
voice. The cab driver was high as hell
on weed. The asshole drove to the far
side of the airport to watch planes taking off.
He got out and was standing there smoking another joint, gushing about
how ‘neat it was,’ as he watched them.
“Finally, I
called 911 and got the cops out to where we were. I had them track the GPS on my phone, since I
had no idea where I was…except for on the wrong side of the airport. They showed up, busted the jackass cab
driver, and were nice enough to take me to the airport terminal.
“Of course, by
then, my plane was gone—probably halfway to Tucson by now. The next flight I can get outta here to get
me to Tucson won’t arrive until 1:15 this afternoon—via Las Vegas, I might
add—instead of a direct flight.
Crap! I know this’ll mess up the
timing, so no sense in trying to salvage our plan today. Come get me and get me outta this stinking,
pot-crazy town. I’m telling you, Robert,
these damned liberals are gonna ruin our country. Even the guy at the stinking hotel was high
when I checked out. At least the cops
weren’t high. Crap.”
Bob was doing
all he could not to laugh as Michelle spoke, knowing she was more than just a
bit angry. When she finally talked
herself out, he thought for only a few seconds before he replied, “Okay,
honey—I think what we’ll do is take Sandy around to all three stops, so she can
identify the three guys she talked to, then come get you. We’ll just come back next Monday and try
again. It’ll probably take us five or
six hours.”
“Like hell! You tell Holly and Jo to come get me
now. The three of us can fly back down,
and wait for you to get through fooling around.”
“Yes, dear.”
Bob glanced at
Clyde and Sandy, who were with him, as Clyde asked, “Michelle have a problem?”
Bob quickly told
those two what the problem was and, even as they were laughing, he called
Holly. “Hi, Holly. Michelle ran into a flight problem. You feel like going up to Denver to pick her
up, while Clyde, Sandy, and I do a bit of nosing around?”
“What kind of
‘problem’?”
After Bob told her—and Holly finished laughing—she told him
she would call Michelle, then get in the air.
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