Today’s excerpt is from Escape
From Mexico, a standalone book featuring the Beckers, Clyde Feegle, Jim
Scott and some other old friends. After
parking a “bait” car, Michelle and the others do a bit of shopping. Enjoy and have a great day.
m.j.
The car with the
two other ATF agents was waived right through the gate, after barely pulling to
a complete stop.
Then the
procession continued until it reached the main “tourist” section of the
city. Ralph drove down the main street
of that section of town, until he passed a parking space and was able to see
another one about five cars up. Everyone
in the first two cars was wearing communication sets, and Ralph spoke into his,
“Michelle, I just passed a parking spot—use it.”
“Gotcha.”
Clyde muttered,
“Damned tight spot you picked for her.”
Bob shook his
head. “No problem. That darn gal could park a semi in a spot I
couldn’t get a compact into.”
Michelle smiled
inwardly, but said nothing, as she whipped into the tight spot, with nary a
problem. She was out looking for places
to shop as she started walking on the sidewalk in the direction of where Ralph
was parking. About three shops past her
parking slot, Michelle saw a store she thought might be interesting and went
in. By then the three men in the rental
were out, and saw Michelle enter the shop.
Clyde groaned,
“I can’t believe she got into that tight a parking spot and is already
shopping.” Bob was already “window
shopping” as he headed toward the store Michelle had gone into.
This time
Michelle nearly laughed outright, but kept on looking the shop over. When Bob reached that store, he looked in the
window, shrugged, and walked in.
Meanwhile, Clyde walked off, away from Ralph, and went into a store
selling local artworks.
Ralph satisfied
himself with window shopping, doing so in a manner which allowed him to see the
rental. Less than two minutes later, he
whispered into his communication set, “Well, well—they’re on the ball. A panel truck just stopped next to Michelle’s
car and two guys are getting out. One’s
getting into the car; the other is carrying what looks like a small version of
the type of sign used to block traffic.
Hold on. I can see the side of it
now—yup, he has a sign on it that reads ‘No Parking’ in both English and
Spanish. Michelle, you’re gonna love
this. The idiot stealing the car is
having a hell of a time getting out of the parking spot you whipped into
without so much as a by-your-leave.”
Michelle,
looking at Mexican-style clothing, grinned slightly, but kept on with her
shopping. Bob, his chest puffed out
slightly with pride at his wife’s great ability to park, managed to not smile
while walking toward a section of the store not too far from Michelle. He spotted a sombrero-style hat and put it
on. There was a small mirror nearby and
he was admiring the look when Michelle walked by. She whispered, “Get that thing off your
head—you look like a dork.”
Bob grunted as
he put the hat back where he had found it.
Next he started checking out the large selection of colorful
Mexican-style ponchos. When he found one
he liked, he put it on to see how it fit.
It didn’t, so he found a larger one of the same color and put it on. As he decided this one would do, Michelle
came back, looked at him, nodded, and muttered, “Better. I’d like one just like it, if you can find
one to fit me.”
Bob smirked, and
tossed her the first one he had tried on.
Michelle put it on, liked the fit, handed it back, and grinned. “Good.
Thanks.”
She walked off,
with Bob shaking his head, but he took the two ponchos to the checkout
area. Then as an afterthought, he went
back for his sombrero, since Michelle had her back turned to him while looking
at blouses.
He paid quickly
and had all three items placed in a bag…with some colored tissue paper on top,
to “hide” the sombrero. When Michelle
brought over the items she wanted, she looked at the bag, thought it looked a
bit full for having just the two ponchos, but said nothing.
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