losing hope/first steps ch13.
#3 of losing hope
I drive all over Arizona looking everywhere for the Canler's henchmen with no luck, I drive further and further away from city limits I stop at an old gas station the old attendent fur is sitting reading a magazine when I pull up. He puts it down and walks over "what can I do ya for?," he asks "I need help?," "what do ya need?," the fur asks again "have you seen a black charger drive by?". "No,but I did see a black FBI SUV a couple of hours a go," "where was it heading?," I ask "that way," the fur says pointing to the right. "Thanks," I say and drive off, a couple miles down the road I try turning on the radio after, fiddling with it for a couple of minutes I hear news report. "Good,day this is a special news bulletin,The Canler has been spotted in Navada," "shit!," I shout, oh well I just drive on... I come to an old rundown house with an old car in the yard, I get out and look, "hey,partner what'cha doing?," "I was looking at your car and I want to buy it." "How much is it?," I ask, "how much you got?," the old timer asks "fourty-five hundred" I smirk "you got it," the fur says "does it run?," I ask, "try it," the old fur says I get in, turn the key and it doesn't start. I pop the hood and get out "let's see here," I say I look around in search of a problem, "ah, here it is," I add "excuse me do.you have and duck tape?," I ask "Yeah here," the old fur hands me a roll. I tape-up an old hose slam the hood shut and back inside the car and turn the key it starts, I get out and hand the fur about twenty-five hundred dollars "I'll pay you twenty-five hundred to take this car back to California," I nigoshiate. "Deal!," the fur says I help him put Todd's car onto a trailer get into my car and drive away I put on the clutch push it in and shift the car accelerates rapidly "whoa!," I roar. I glide down the dust covered highway,listening to the engine's muffled screams of power I glance down at the gages I notice the speedometer needle pointing to 80, "wow!, that was fast," I hollar I push in the clutch and shift into third the engine roars loudly. I feel the 348 horses rattling beneath me and the 389 cubic inch engine pumping power to the rear wheels "AW,come on girl you can do better then this!," I whine
I look down at the speedometer and see that its
reached its limit. I watch along the road and see the FBI SUV
the old fur was talking about I pull up along side and pass it,
the SUV speeds up chasing me...
T.B.C