Gone South (A Butterscotch Jones Mystery Book 3) by Melanie Jackson Page B
Authors: Melanie Jackson
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yet. ”
Big John digested this.
“Let them come. It might be best to take care of this problem ourselves , eh?”
I don’t want you to think that because many Gulcher s don’t have flush toilets that they are godless savages . Though there are a few who are godless and a couple who might turn savage if you emptied their stills, insulted the Manitoba Junior Hockey League , or threatened their neighbors. Still, we are a family and look after our own. Even if it means doing the hard things.
“ Do whatever you think best to protect everyone . Give my love to t he Flowers and take care all of you.”
I folded the phone. Again I checked the back window. The sun was up enough to see that the car behind us was a black Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows. It screamed BAD GUYS! But Chuck didn’t seem upset by their presence so I decided to not mention it again.
“I hate mornings that start this early. It’s never a good sign of things to come,” Chuck said suddenly.
“Especially when the first act of the day is to assault an intruder with a laptop.” I sighed. “We’ll feel better after coffee.”
Better but nowhere near normal.
“Is anyplace open this early? ”
“Fortunately, yes. And the coffee is actually good. ”
I smiled at Chuck and checked the back window. I was wondering if the Escalade was going to stop for coffee too. If it did, we were going to have to test Chuck ’s evasive driving skills. We didn’t need anyone f o llowing us to Seven Forks.
* * *
A man wearing dark clothes and latex gloves came stumbling out onto the sidewalk from the front door of the condominium complex. He was holding both hands to his head , which was still bleeding from serious blunt trauma to the face . His vision was a bit blurry, but he was determined to once more give chase to his quarry.
Behind his back, his squad of handpicked assassins referred to him by his old street name, Jimmy Nine Toes. To his face they called him Mr. James. They all agreed that he was an animal, someone to be both feared and respected.
Mr. James staggered to the curb just as the second of two black Cadillac Escalade SUVs came screeching to a halt before him. He reached out a hand to steady himself against the side of the vehicle as the doors popped open and his men poured out to secure the scene.
“What’s the status, Mr. James?” one of his enforcers asked.
“They got away.”
“They got away? The boss isn’t going to be happy to hear about that.”
Mr. James responded to the implied criticism with a quick backhand to the insolent man’s face. The target of this fury almost retaliated before checking his own hand and glaring back at his boss. People got dead when Jimmy was pissed off.
Mr. James shouldered the man aside to slip inside the backseat of the Escalade. There he reached amongst the equipment stored in the back of the vehicle to retrieve a small electronic device. He switched the device on an d almost purred in response to the answering blip. I t was working. It wouldn’t matter if Moose lost the Rover.
Mr. James was thankful that he’d taken the time to find the Mountie’s Range Rover, parked out back, and attach a tracking device to the inside of the rear bumper before going inside . Now his prey could run but they could not hide even in the wilderness. He had prepared for this eventuality once he learned how remote the Gulch was .
“Let’s go,” Jimmy Nine Toes barked.
“Which way ? ” the driver asked as he climbed behind the wheel.
“West,” Jimmy replied.
As the Escalade pulled away from the curb to give chase, the driver saw Mr. James smile, probably thinking about what he was going to do with the Mountie and the girl when he got his hands on them.
* * *
We pulled into a drive-thru at the city limits and Chuck ordered coffee. The Escalade hadn’t followed us, but when we pulled back out into the street, there were two thug - mobiles following close behind. There were
Big John digested this.
“Let them come. It might be best to take care of this problem ourselves , eh?”
I don’t want you to think that because many Gulcher s don’t have flush toilets that they are godless savages . Though there are a few who are godless and a couple who might turn savage if you emptied their stills, insulted the Manitoba Junior Hockey League , or threatened their neighbors. Still, we are a family and look after our own. Even if it means doing the hard things.
“ Do whatever you think best to protect everyone . Give my love to t he Flowers and take care all of you.”
I folded the phone. Again I checked the back window. The sun was up enough to see that the car behind us was a black Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows. It screamed BAD GUYS! But Chuck didn’t seem upset by their presence so I decided to not mention it again.
“I hate mornings that start this early. It’s never a good sign of things to come,” Chuck said suddenly.
“Especially when the first act of the day is to assault an intruder with a laptop.” I sighed. “We’ll feel better after coffee.”
Better but nowhere near normal.
“Is anyplace open this early? ”
“Fortunately, yes. And the coffee is actually good. ”
I smiled at Chuck and checked the back window. I was wondering if the Escalade was going to stop for coffee too. If it did, we were going to have to test Chuck ’s evasive driving skills. We didn’t need anyone f o llowing us to Seven Forks.
* * *
A man wearing dark clothes and latex gloves came stumbling out onto the sidewalk from the front door of the condominium complex. He was holding both hands to his head , which was still bleeding from serious blunt trauma to the face . His vision was a bit blurry, but he was determined to once more give chase to his quarry.
Behind his back, his squad of handpicked assassins referred to him by his old street name, Jimmy Nine Toes. To his face they called him Mr. James. They all agreed that he was an animal, someone to be both feared and respected.
Mr. James staggered to the curb just as the second of two black Cadillac Escalade SUVs came screeching to a halt before him. He reached out a hand to steady himself against the side of the vehicle as the doors popped open and his men poured out to secure the scene.
“What’s the status, Mr. James?” one of his enforcers asked.
“They got away.”
“They got away? The boss isn’t going to be happy to hear about that.”
Mr. James responded to the implied criticism with a quick backhand to the insolent man’s face. The target of this fury almost retaliated before checking his own hand and glaring back at his boss. People got dead when Jimmy was pissed off.
Mr. James shouldered the man aside to slip inside the backseat of the Escalade. There he reached amongst the equipment stored in the back of the vehicle to retrieve a small electronic device. He switched the device on an d almost purred in response to the answering blip. I t was working. It wouldn’t matter if Moose lost the Rover.
Mr. James was thankful that he’d taken the time to find the Mountie’s Range Rover, parked out back, and attach a tracking device to the inside of the rear bumper before going inside . Now his prey could run but they could not hide even in the wilderness. He had prepared for this eventuality once he learned how remote the Gulch was .
“Let’s go,” Jimmy Nine Toes barked.
“Which way ? ” the driver asked as he climbed behind the wheel.
“West,” Jimmy replied.
As the Escalade pulled away from the curb to give chase, the driver saw Mr. James smile, probably thinking about what he was going to do with the Mountie and the girl when he got his hands on them.
* * *
We pulled into a drive-thru at the city limits and Chuck ordered coffee. The Escalade hadn’t followed us, but when we pulled back out into the street, there were two thug - mobiles following close behind. There were
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