said, it’s in final inspection now. After that, we’ll wash it and it will be ready for delivery.”
Jack looked at his cell. It was nearly two now. “I was told the truck would be ready at noon.”
“I understand, Mr. Goremykin. And we did the best we could. But having to change the cab unit, the custom graphics and chrome, and the extra lights… that all takes time.”
Jack didn’t correct Keith. If Keith wanted to think he was Goremykin, then he would let him. “I understand. But I need the truck as soon as possible.”
“Yes sir. I understand. And we have had every man working on getting the truck ready. Please, just bear with us.”
“You said it would be ready in an hour?” Jack asked.
“That’s what the shop foreman told me.”
“We’ll be back in an hour.”
“Thank you, Mr. Goremykin, for your patience and understanding.”
***
The truck wasn’t ready in an hour when they returned, but at 3:45 the sparkling vehicle was pulled out of the shop. Painted in a rich gloss black, with matching enclosed car hauler trailer, dripping chrome and lit like a giant Christmas tree, the truck was a sight to behold. It was easily the nicest, most beautiful truck on the lot, and looked like something out of a brochure.
“Right this way,” Keith said as he escorted Jack and Tina to the truck. “I have to tell you, Mr. Goremykin, that is quite a piece you have there. One of the best-looking trucks I have ever seen. Bill here will give you an overview of the truck and its features. If there is ever a need for service, or you are in the need of another truck, I hope you will come back to Inland Kenworth .”
Jack shook the Keith’s hand and thanked him before he turned his attention to the tall, thin man standing beside the truck.
“Mr. Goremykin, my name is Bill Childers. I will check you out on your new truck. We’ll start here, on the outside. As you know, this is the Kenworth T680. Starting at the front, I would like to point out…”
***
Two hours later Jack and Tina slam the doors to the truck and Jack brings it to life. “I hope you remember all that stuff,” Tina said as she buckled her belt. “I was completely lost after the first twenty minutes.”
“Most of it was the same for all trucks. The satnav… we’ll just have to figure that out on the road. He made it look easy but I can’t remember a thing he said.” Jack gave the horns a quick blast to check the air pressure before he popped the trailer brakes and started the truck moving.
Tina returned Keith’s wave as they growled past. “How much did this thing cost, you think?”
“I have no idea. A lot. A whole lot. This thing is loaded. Maybe as much as a half-mil with the trailer and upgrades. And to have the entire shop working on it all night to get it ready? Goremykin must have money out the ass.”
“I didn’t even know you could get a truck like this with an automatic transmission.”
“Me either.”
“So what’s the plan?” she asked.
“We’re already checked out…”
“Yeah, and this damn truck is nicer than the motel anyway.”
“... so I guess we will load up and drive for a couple of hours, then find a place to stop and sleep.”
***
“Marshall. It’s Tina. Please call me back on this number,” she said as Jack eased the truck to a stop at the pumps. They are only an hour out of Los Angeles, loaded and headed East to Georgia. They are going to fill the truck with fuel, have some dinner, and find a rest area to pull into for the night.
Tina’s phone trills and she touched the screen. “Tina! Good to hear from you. I’m kind of surprised, though. I thought you and Jack were going underground,” Marshall said.
“We are, but there has been a slight change in plans. Goremykin wants us to deliver the cars to Savannah.”
“He what?”
“Yeah. Jack—I mean Colt —was
Jack looked at his cell. It was nearly two now. “I was told the truck would be ready at noon.”
“I understand, Mr. Goremykin. And we did the best we could. But having to change the cab unit, the custom graphics and chrome, and the extra lights… that all takes time.”
Jack didn’t correct Keith. If Keith wanted to think he was Goremykin, then he would let him. “I understand. But I need the truck as soon as possible.”
“Yes sir. I understand. And we have had every man working on getting the truck ready. Please, just bear with us.”
“You said it would be ready in an hour?” Jack asked.
“That’s what the shop foreman told me.”
“We’ll be back in an hour.”
“Thank you, Mr. Goremykin, for your patience and understanding.”
***
The truck wasn’t ready in an hour when they returned, but at 3:45 the sparkling vehicle was pulled out of the shop. Painted in a rich gloss black, with matching enclosed car hauler trailer, dripping chrome and lit like a giant Christmas tree, the truck was a sight to behold. It was easily the nicest, most beautiful truck on the lot, and looked like something out of a brochure.
“Right this way,” Keith said as he escorted Jack and Tina to the truck. “I have to tell you, Mr. Goremykin, that is quite a piece you have there. One of the best-looking trucks I have ever seen. Bill here will give you an overview of the truck and its features. If there is ever a need for service, or you are in the need of another truck, I hope you will come back to Inland Kenworth .”
Jack shook the Keith’s hand and thanked him before he turned his attention to the tall, thin man standing beside the truck.
“Mr. Goremykin, my name is Bill Childers. I will check you out on your new truck. We’ll start here, on the outside. As you know, this is the Kenworth T680. Starting at the front, I would like to point out…”
***
Two hours later Jack and Tina slam the doors to the truck and Jack brings it to life. “I hope you remember all that stuff,” Tina said as she buckled her belt. “I was completely lost after the first twenty minutes.”
“Most of it was the same for all trucks. The satnav… we’ll just have to figure that out on the road. He made it look easy but I can’t remember a thing he said.” Jack gave the horns a quick blast to check the air pressure before he popped the trailer brakes and started the truck moving.
Tina returned Keith’s wave as they growled past. “How much did this thing cost, you think?”
“I have no idea. A lot. A whole lot. This thing is loaded. Maybe as much as a half-mil with the trailer and upgrades. And to have the entire shop working on it all night to get it ready? Goremykin must have money out the ass.”
“I didn’t even know you could get a truck like this with an automatic transmission.”
“Me either.”
“So what’s the plan?” she asked.
“We’re already checked out…”
“Yeah, and this damn truck is nicer than the motel anyway.”
“... so I guess we will load up and drive for a couple of hours, then find a place to stop and sleep.”
***
“Marshall. It’s Tina. Please call me back on this number,” she said as Jack eased the truck to a stop at the pumps. They are only an hour out of Los Angeles, loaded and headed East to Georgia. They are going to fill the truck with fuel, have some dinner, and find a rest area to pull into for the night.
Tina’s phone trills and she touched the screen. “Tina! Good to hear from you. I’m kind of surprised, though. I thought you and Jack were going underground,” Marshall said.
“We are, but there has been a slight change in plans. Goremykin wants us to deliver the cars to Savannah.”
“He what?”
“Yeah. Jack—I mean Colt —was
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