Jack smiled as he gently guided the Corvette around the curves. This was an especially fun part of the drive with the “s” curves, the switch backs, and the straightaway. This little honey was just a matter of “hooking the white line” and staying there. He could have brought the Chevy Van and the force would have paid all his expenses, but he kept envisioning Meg sitting on the passenger side and casting sidelong looks a him as he sped through the mountains.
He smiled as he thought of the look on her face when he had first met her. She had tried to take a haughty attitude when he confronted her with the fact that Jeffery Purcell was a married man and she had been carrying on an online flirtation with him. And then they had discovered that a hacker was into her computer and then a man was missing and it had been total chaos after that culminating in her being kidnapped and then rescued by her son and the old man up the mountain and her kidnapper was dead. The fact that Marshall Purcell was a serial killer of sorts and had killed his twin brother was enough to boggle any mind, but the pile of bodies at the bottom of the mine shaft had taken and would indeed take a lot more investigation before the complete truth could be known. As it was, he would be the better part of the day telling her what he knew as it was.
Jack slowed as he reached the northern edge of Colorado Springs and searched for the exit that would take him to the highway that led to Banner Road and Meg Parker. Oh, yeah, and a rest area. Ah, McDonalds. That would work. And a couple breakfast burritos. No hash browns. Those thing were way to greasy for his stomach. He did try to eat about halfway healthy and grease was not his friend.
As he stood at the counter waiting for his order he gazed at the metallic blue Corvette twinkling in the sunlight. Just dark enough blue that it was still blue and not the blue black of most of them. His was special. He had given up a lot of nights on the town to pay for this and now that it was all his he could not help but feel a glow of pride. But he did not boast. When someone asked what he drove he told them “a Chevy”. Never said “Corvette” as that would be bragging. “Just a Chevy.” Course when the guys saw that the Chevy was in actuality a Corvette, they just looked at him. The girls, of course, simpered and batted their eyes. Coy little things. Anyone with any sense knew a Corvette was an aphrodisiac. But Jack just liked the way it handled. Sex in a Corvette was not something he was ever going to attempt. And usually when he drove he was alone, but now he pictured Meg by his side.
He tried to pinpoint what it was about Meg Parker that was sticking in his head. He had seen better looking women. Hell, he had screwed better looking women and walked away never looking back. She was rather plain looking. Much shorter than he liked his women to be. He was 6’2” with a very good physique. Meg was just over 5 feet with mousy brown hair and eyes that were either blue or gray. Maybe hazel. He just wasn’t sure. She might be a little overweight; not much just a little. He suddenly realized that the kid behind the counter was talking to him.
“Here! Are you alright mister? Here is your order.” He pushed the sack at him and then he noticed the line behind him was growing. He grabbed the sack, mumbled something and hurried across the floor to the exit. What an idiot. Like a damn school boy mooning over some little twit. As he folded his legs into the car he glanced at the clock on the dash. 9:47 AM. Meg was probably naked and standing in the shower right now. He groaned and slipped the gear shift in the first gear and slowly drove toward the highway that headed westerly and in the direction of the foothills and Banner Road.
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He smiled as he thought of the look on her face when he had first met her. She had tried to take a haughty attitude when he confronted her with the fact that Jeffery Purcell was a married man and she had been carrying on an online flirtation with him. And then they had discovered that a hacker was into her computer and then a man was missing and it had been total chaos after that culminating in her being kidnapped and then rescued by her son and the old man up the mountain and her kidnapper was dead. The fact that Marshall Purcell was a serial killer of sorts and had killed his twin brother was enough to boggle any mind, but the pile of bodies at the bottom of the mine shaft had taken and would indeed take a lot more investigation before the complete truth could be known. As it was, he would be the better part of the day telling her what he knew as it was.
Jack slowed as he reached the northern edge of Colorado Springs and searched for the exit that would take him to the highway that led to Banner Road and Meg Parker. Oh, yeah, and a rest area. Ah, McDonalds. That would work. And a couple breakfast burritos. No hash browns. Those thing were way to greasy for his stomach. He did try to eat about halfway healthy and grease was not his friend.
As he stood at the counter waiting for his order he gazed at the metallic blue Corvette twinkling in the sunlight. Just dark enough blue that it was still blue and not the blue black of most of them. His was special. He had given up a lot of nights on the town to pay for this and now that it was all his he could not help but feel a glow of pride. But he did not boast. When someone asked what he drove he told them “a Chevy”. Never said “Corvette” as that would be bragging. “Just a Chevy.” Course when the guys saw that the Chevy was in actuality a Corvette, they just looked at him. The girls, of course, simpered and batted their eyes. Coy little things. Anyone with any sense knew a Corvette was an aphrodisiac. But Jack just liked the way it handled. Sex in a Corvette was not something he was ever going to attempt. And usually when he drove he was alone, but now he pictured Meg by his side.
He tried to pinpoint what it was about Meg Parker that was sticking in his head. He had seen better looking women. Hell, he had screwed better looking women and walked away never looking back. She was rather plain looking. Much shorter than he liked his women to be. He was 6’2” with a very good physique. Meg was just over 5 feet with mousy brown hair and eyes that were either blue or gray. Maybe hazel. He just wasn’t sure. She might be a little overweight; not much just a little. He suddenly realized that the kid behind the counter was talking to him.
“Here! Are you alright mister? Here is your order.” He pushed the sack at him and then he noticed the line behind him was growing. He grabbed the sack, mumbled something and hurried across the floor to the exit. What an idiot. Like a damn school boy mooning over some little twit. As he folded his legs into the car he glanced at the clock on the dash. 9:47 AM. Meg was probably naked and standing in the shower right now. He groaned and slipped the gear shift in the first gear and slowly drove toward the highway that headed westerly and in the direction of the foothills and Banner Road.
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