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A Crime Story 6

Ms. Williamson has been captivating the hearts of readers for decades. Her heroes are strong and daring while the antagonists, diabolical!

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An Early Start ...

Linda studies Martino’s frame. Well-tailored expensive cut jeans ride evenly over narrow hips and fit snugly around his firm buttocks. Martino’s powerful legs gently slide into a pair of elegant Italian leather boots. His snowy white starched shirt is opened at the throat; discretely revealing glimpses of a massive expanse of chest and very fine black hair. Linda blushes at her wayward thoughts regarding her childhood friend.

“Ok, if you can free your mind from the gutter ... are you ready to embark on this exciting adventure of your?” Martino says with a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m looking forward to the journey!” Linda says in reply embarrassed at her unveiled imagining being discovered.

Linda pushes herself away from the table just as Peg offers Martino a cup of coffee.

“No thanks, Ms. Peg,” Martino says. “I think we’d better get started. Weather man’s calling for torrential rains and I’d like to get there before it gets too bad outside.”

“Ok, Marty,” Linda says. “Let me get my bags and I’ll meet you out at the car.”

“The car,” Marty chuckles as he thinks to himself.

Off to a muddy start …

Off to a muddy start …

Off to a Muddy Start

The precinct has provided him with one of their finest vehicles most often used in undercover assignments. She is a sleek black, Dodge Ram 3500... built for quick, tough, off-road performance. The truck is the best they have to offer anyone!

Martino gives his goodbyes to Peg and Frank and then goes to the truck to clear a way for Linda’s baggage. Suddenly, he hears her behind him.

“This is the car?” she asks confused.

“Yep,” Martino laughs. “Not registered to anyone and impossible to trace. Now give me those and get in.”

Martino takes her luggage and places it in the back. Linda climbs into the truck holding a basket of essentials from the house. While snapping her seatbelt shut; she sits smiling... just as it starts to rain.

“Nothing like it,” Martino grumbles, “Liquid sunshine!”

Linda laughs, “Then I guess we had better get moving.”

As the duo exits the driveway progressing toward the main gate; the rain increases in its intensity. Linda observers through her window and propagates pensive thoughts. A small slide of the rear tire when navigating a corner brings her back to the present.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to get so quiet!” she laughs but then concentrates on Martino’s maneuverings with a simply smile. “It’s been awhile since we’ve traveled together …,” her voice trails off feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Reaching for her hand, he slides his fingers between hers. “See? I won’t bite, promise!” Martino chuckles seductively.

“That’s too bad,” Linda answers. “I was kind of looking forward to it!”

They both laughs, and Linda seems to relax just a little more.

“How about some music?” Linda asks. “I have a CD with me which I made from some music on my father’s computer.”

“Oh boy!” Marty chuckles. “This should be good!”

Problems never seem to cease ...

Problems never seem to cease ...

Linda doesn’t respond; just places the CD in the tray and waits for the first song, which is CHANCES ARE sung by Johnny Mathis. She notices the immediate pleasant reaction; sits quietly again listening as the melodious sounds permeates the vehicles.

Martino’s attention returns to the road and the rain which seems relentless.

“I have the directions here if you want me to read them to you,” Linda says.

“Sure. I know the highway here, but I need to know where we turn off the main road.” Martino says.

“Ok, it should be up here somewhere,” Linda answers as she surveys the map. “No Wait! Right there, See?”

The warning comes a little too late and the truck slides into a mound of mud which has congregated from the steady river of rain.

“So sorry about that Marty,” Linda replies with a small voice. “Do I need to push?”

Martino gives Linda a mischievous nod.

“Got a shovel?” Linda questions.

“In the back,” Martino gives a choked reply trying hard to contain his amusement, but Linda detects a small chuckle as she exits the truck.

Starting with the driver’s side, she ascertains this will be the wheel needing the most leverage. Between the buildup of mud, the streaming rain and the developing rapids, Linda has a difficult time retaining her momentum. After about 10 minutes, she is ready to surrender.

“I don’t think this was such a good idea.” Linda bemoans quietly looking up to see a tickled Martino.

“Get back in the truck,” Martino laughs.

Throwing the shovel back where she found it, she climbs in the truck ... cold, soaked, muddy and shivering.

“It’s so cold out there!” Linda complains. “The rain is cold and I’m soaked through! Think it will move?”

“Of course it will move, Honey. It’s four-wheel drive!” Martino laughs climbing into the truck after her. Linda grimaces with the cold realizing the dirty trick just performed.

“Why did you let me go out there then Marty?” Linda asks through chattering teeth.

“I’ll turn the heater up for you. Why on earth would you even offer to assist outside?” Martino says summarizing that this incident will teach Linda a valuable lesson in independence when he’s around.

It’s a quarter of a mile when they reach the paved drive. Fallen debris has created a small obstacle to the cabin.

To Be Continued …

Crime Story 7

  • A Crime Story 7
    Getting away from home may not be easy but it can be the only alternative!

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Comments

Jacqueline Williamson BBA MPA MS (author) from Memphis on August 31, 2018:

Thanks Louise, I have several on the back-burner just waiting to appear! I will be sure to include links to the next installment. Happy Reading!

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on August 31, 2018:

I enjoyed reading your story. I look forward to the next chapter. =)