AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Nice truck you’ve got here.”
“It’s a beast,” Arnold said.
“Appropriate for selling bull balls.”
Arnold grinned. “Yeah. I like your hair. You got it cut short. It’s pretty.”
“Thank you! I was wondering if you wanted to reschedule your court date.”
“I’ve been thinking about it,” Arnold said. “I just re-up, right?”
“Right. We bond you out a second time with a new date.”
“Now that I got my new business going and I’m my own boss, I guess I could do that.”
“Close up and we’ll give you a ride.”
“I can’t do that. I can’t leave my truck here. They’ll tow it. I’ll close up and follow you.”
“That don’t sound like a good idea,” Lula said to me. “I don’t trust him. He threw chicken nuts at me and he shot at me.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Arnold said. “I was having a rough day.”
Okay, so plan A wasn’t perfect. Turns out there’s some unfounded trust involved. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a lot of options. As long as he was in the truck and I was standing on the sidewalk I couldn’t pull a sneak attack with my stun gun. I wasn’t going to instigate another gunfight. And even with the three of us combined I didn’t think we could wrestle him down to the ground and cuff him.
“It’s just a couple blocks through town,” I said to Lula.
I gave him a thumbs-up and we all went back to the Honda. After a couple of minutes he waved at me from his driver’s-side window and I pulled in front of him. He followed me for two blocks. I stopped for a light and he didn’t. He gave me a gentle bump on my back bumper and inched me forward into a school bus.
Potts turned in his seat and waved at Arnold.
“He’s laughing,” Potts said. “And he gave me the finger.”
The school bus was pushed forward slightly by my Honda but was stuck behind a long line of cars.
“I think he’s going to smush us!” Potts said, shouting over the sounds of crunching metal and fiberglass.
The Honda hood buckled and popped open and Arnold kept pushing.
“Everyone out,” I said. “He’s not stopping. He’s insane.”
We all jumped out. Arnold tooted his horn, gave us a little finger wave, and backed up. He made a U-turn over the curb and sidewalk and drove away.
“It’s not so bad,” Potts said, looking at the crumpled Honda. “You could probably straighten it out.”
“It’s two feet shorter than it used to be,” Lula said.
I called Ranger.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ranger and Tank were standing hands on hips, looking at the Honda. Ranger had changed out of the suit he wore for the funeral, and he and Tank were wearing the usual uniform of Rangeman black cargo pants and insignia shirt. Very badass.
“Let me get this straight,” Ranger said. “Arnold said he was going to follow you to the municipal building.”
“Yes.”
“And when you stopped for a light, he pushed you into the school bus.”
