he’d take out a prick too just added to the fun. He arrived in Bitterroot in early afternoon. Not quite as small town as he’d first thought it would be. Oh still small all right, with its one lane main road. A tourist place, so lots of people about, people who liked to fish. Shit, if it ain’t on a plate in front of him, he had no use for fishing, but in his jeans, T-shirt, and baseball cap he should fit right in. Using the navigation system in the rental, he tried to find the damn address he’d been given. Even called the detective back to verify it. After an hour he’d given up and driven back the twenty minutes to the main road through town. He didn’t want to be there any longer than necessary and booked a late night flight out, leaving him only a few hours to get the job done and get out. Might be cutting it close. So he called the airlines and changed the flight to the morning. Then he searched around for some place to eat, sleep, and maybe get some better directions.
On his first drive through town, he spotted a little hole in the wall restaurant. Kap something, he’d seen a bunch of people going in and out. Looked as good as anything else around there. After parking the car, he made his way back to the place and walked over to the counter. He glanced around. Seemed like a mixture of locals and tourists to him.
After the waitress brought him his order, he held out his hand to stop her before she moved off. “Darlin’, can you help me with some directions?”
“Sure. Whaddayas need?” About middle-age, but still well put together with shiny brown hair pulled into a ponytail resting over one shoulder. Her eyes sparkled in a pretty face. If he had more time, he’d so hit that. And judging from the smile and once over she gave him, she’d be happy if he did. He sighed, business first. He’d find someone to play with him after he’d left the country.
He pulled out his cell phone and read her the address. Won’t matter if she remembered him or not. Didn’t pin anything on him.
“My nav keeps leading me to dead ends.”
“Hmm…not familiar with the address. But some of these places are hidden off the main roads. Your nav is probably right, just can’t find the right road to get you there. Happens to me sometimes. Best thing to do is follow the directions but look for dirt roads or graveled roads that look like driveways. Anything where there’s a break in the trees wide enough for a truck to go through. Some might have a route number on them, most don’t round here.”
Sure as shit, she was right. The nav system displayed a dot in the middle of what looked like the river, which was why he ignored it the first time, besides there weren’t any roads to the place. Still he let it guide him following the blue line until it told him to take a left. Yet no road sat where the map said it should, only bushes. This time he drove more slowly, looking for anything resembling a road or a trail like the waitress described. Bingo, he found it.
Nothing more than a one lane graveled trail rather than a road, with maybe enough room to pull over into the high grass so another car could barely pass. He drove down it, passing two houses along the way until he came to what looked like the end but there, another path. If he’d blinked, he’d miss it. Less of a road than the one he’d been on, just ahead. The little dot on the nav showed him that’s exactly the direction he needed to go. Taking a chance, he got out of the car and footed it up the trail. Stopping, he hid behind some foliage. He arrived in time to see Simon Blackcat taking the cover off a boat, hanging out there for a while, and then returning to the house located beside the river.
Chapter Thirteen
“Grrrr.”
Eboni remembered why the floor was not a comfortable place to sleep, even when nestled within the arms of warm steel, which she could have sworn were wrapped around her earlier. The sound of the little dog growling low in
On his first drive through town, he spotted a little hole in the wall restaurant. Kap something, he’d seen a bunch of people going in and out. Looked as good as anything else around there. After parking the car, he made his way back to the place and walked over to the counter. He glanced around. Seemed like a mixture of locals and tourists to him.
After the waitress brought him his order, he held out his hand to stop her before she moved off. “Darlin’, can you help me with some directions?”
“Sure. Whaddayas need?” About middle-age, but still well put together with shiny brown hair pulled into a ponytail resting over one shoulder. Her eyes sparkled in a pretty face. If he had more time, he’d so hit that. And judging from the smile and once over she gave him, she’d be happy if he did. He sighed, business first. He’d find someone to play with him after he’d left the country.
He pulled out his cell phone and read her the address. Won’t matter if she remembered him or not. Didn’t pin anything on him.
“My nav keeps leading me to dead ends.”
“Hmm…not familiar with the address. But some of these places are hidden off the main roads. Your nav is probably right, just can’t find the right road to get you there. Happens to me sometimes. Best thing to do is follow the directions but look for dirt roads or graveled roads that look like driveways. Anything where there’s a break in the trees wide enough for a truck to go through. Some might have a route number on them, most don’t round here.”
Sure as shit, she was right. The nav system displayed a dot in the middle of what looked like the river, which was why he ignored it the first time, besides there weren’t any roads to the place. Still he let it guide him following the blue line until it told him to take a left. Yet no road sat where the map said it should, only bushes. This time he drove more slowly, looking for anything resembling a road or a trail like the waitress described. Bingo, he found it.
Nothing more than a one lane graveled trail rather than a road, with maybe enough room to pull over into the high grass so another car could barely pass. He drove down it, passing two houses along the way until he came to what looked like the end but there, another path. If he’d blinked, he’d miss it. Less of a road than the one he’d been on, just ahead. The little dot on the nav showed him that’s exactly the direction he needed to go. Taking a chance, he got out of the car and footed it up the trail. Stopping, he hid behind some foliage. He arrived in time to see Simon Blackcat taking the cover off a boat, hanging out there for a while, and then returning to the house located beside the river.
Chapter Thirteen
“Grrrr.”
Eboni remembered why the floor was not a comfortable place to sleep, even when nestled within the arms of warm steel, which she could have sworn were wrapped around her earlier. The sound of the little dog growling low in
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