bundles of cash and thumbed through one of them. With the kind of money Goremykin was throwing around, it was unlikely that they would even notice a hundred grand, but he counted the bundle of crisp new hundred dollar bills anyway.
As he counted, Tina looked over the rest of the papers. “Cool! I’m a Georgia Peach!”
“What?” Jack asked as he reached one hundred bills.
“We were born in Sparta, Georgia. Let’s see, I was born in 1990, and you were born in 1981. How the fuck did he know my birthday? Is this your birthday?”
Jack looked over her shoulder at his birth certificate. “Yeah. Remind me to thank you later for not letting me cross these guys. I wonder why Sparta?”
“Because we are going to Georgia?”
He picked up a piece of paper. “No... Look at this.”
Tina took the paper and quickly scanned the article about the recent Hancock County courthouse fire that destroyed most of the records.
“They’re thorough, I’ll give them that,” Jack said as he took the paper back.
Also in the packet, along with the cash and birth certificates, were Class A commercial driver’s licenses from the state of New Mexico in their new names, Bradley Colt Lanier and Jacqueline Marie Wendell, complete with a motorcycle endorsement. There were also registration and insurance cards for the Audi and the bikes, a receipt for a PO box in their new names, credit cards, voter registration cards, social security cards, two new cell phones, medical insurance cards, a library card for the Albuquerque Public Library for Tina, and finally, a credit card issued to Goremykin Transport from Petro truck stops.
“That shit, Rodchenko… naming you Jac. That won’t be confusing at all,” Jack laminated as he looked over the documents.
“Colt, however, is sexy as hell.”
“The names Brad,” he said as he tried it on for size.
“Oh no its not. It’s Colt.”
“Brad...”
“Colt.”
“Brad.”
“Colt!”
“Brad!”
“Look, I’m fucking a Colt tonight. Do you want that to be you or not?”
“Hi! I’m Colt,” Jack said as he stuck out his hand in greeting.
Tina giggled and took his hand. “Nice to meet you Colt. I’m Jacqueline, but my friends call me Jac.”
“May I call you Jac?”
She pushed him backwards until he backed into the bed and sat down hard. “Oh, I think we are going to be great friends,” she said as she sat down in his lap facing him. “Great friends indeed,” she added as her lips closed over his.
***
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“May I help you?” a fat, balding man asked as Jack and Tina stepped into the office at the Kenworth dealership.
Jack presented the card Rodchenko had given him. “We’re here to pick up a truck for Goremykin Transport.”
The man’s entire demeanor changed. “Of course, of course, Mr. Goremykin! I’m Keith Tuttle, your account manager. The truck is in final inspection right now. I have to tell you, that was quite a rush job to pull all this together so quickly. Our driver got back with the trailer less than an hour ago. We have three guys installing the extra lights on it right now. He got three speeding tickets to get here on time! He said he saw 110 at one point! But that’s a Kenworth for you… flat out to Phoenix and back and not a whimper!”
“Not in our truck I hope,” Jack grinned.
“No! Of course not. We were still working on your truck. We sent another truck for the hauler. Had to go all the way to Phoenix to get a black one, and even then we still had to change out the wheels to polished aluminum when he got back. Pulled them off another trailer and threw them on as soon as he got here. It’s all good, though.”
“The truck is ready?”
“No. I just checked on it. We worked all night, but we just didn’t have enough time to finish it all. But it should be done in less than an hour. Like I
As he counted, Tina looked over the rest of the papers. “Cool! I’m a Georgia Peach!”
“What?” Jack asked as he reached one hundred bills.
“We were born in Sparta, Georgia. Let’s see, I was born in 1990, and you were born in 1981. How the fuck did he know my birthday? Is this your birthday?”
Jack looked over her shoulder at his birth certificate. “Yeah. Remind me to thank you later for not letting me cross these guys. I wonder why Sparta?”
“Because we are going to Georgia?”
He picked up a piece of paper. “No... Look at this.”
Tina took the paper and quickly scanned the article about the recent Hancock County courthouse fire that destroyed most of the records.
“They’re thorough, I’ll give them that,” Jack said as he took the paper back.
Also in the packet, along with the cash and birth certificates, were Class A commercial driver’s licenses from the state of New Mexico in their new names, Bradley Colt Lanier and Jacqueline Marie Wendell, complete with a motorcycle endorsement. There were also registration and insurance cards for the Audi and the bikes, a receipt for a PO box in their new names, credit cards, voter registration cards, social security cards, two new cell phones, medical insurance cards, a library card for the Albuquerque Public Library for Tina, and finally, a credit card issued to Goremykin Transport from Petro truck stops.
“That shit, Rodchenko… naming you Jac. That won’t be confusing at all,” Jack laminated as he looked over the documents.
“Colt, however, is sexy as hell.”
“The names Brad,” he said as he tried it on for size.
“Oh no its not. It’s Colt.”
“Brad...”
“Colt.”
“Brad.”
“Colt!”
“Brad!”
“Look, I’m fucking a Colt tonight. Do you want that to be you or not?”
“Hi! I’m Colt,” Jack said as he stuck out his hand in greeting.
Tina giggled and took his hand. “Nice to meet you Colt. I’m Jacqueline, but my friends call me Jac.”
“May I call you Jac?”
She pushed him backwards until he backed into the bed and sat down hard. “Oh, I think we are going to be great friends,” she said as she sat down in his lap facing him. “Great friends indeed,” she added as her lips closed over his.
***
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“May I help you?” a fat, balding man asked as Jack and Tina stepped into the office at the Kenworth dealership.
Jack presented the card Rodchenko had given him. “We’re here to pick up a truck for Goremykin Transport.”
The man’s entire demeanor changed. “Of course, of course, Mr. Goremykin! I’m Keith Tuttle, your account manager. The truck is in final inspection right now. I have to tell you, that was quite a rush job to pull all this together so quickly. Our driver got back with the trailer less than an hour ago. We have three guys installing the extra lights on it right now. He got three speeding tickets to get here on time! He said he saw 110 at one point! But that’s a Kenworth for you… flat out to Phoenix and back and not a whimper!”
“Not in our truck I hope,” Jack grinned.
“No! Of course not. We were still working on your truck. We sent another truck for the hauler. Had to go all the way to Phoenix to get a black one, and even then we still had to change out the wheels to polished aluminum when he got back. Pulled them off another trailer and threw them on as soon as he got here. It’s all good, though.”
“The truck is ready?”
“No. I just checked on it. We worked all night, but we just didn’t have enough time to finish it all. But it should be done in less than an hour. Like I
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