Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Copywrite: 2000 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Copywrite: 2000

... missed me!” She glances at the bulge in his pants, “I think we better go back inside before I get fired… or you get fired up.” She giggles as she opens the door. They stay for about half an hour, Trudy often coming by to gab with them. Then it’s back to work so they return to the illuminated rig idling in the yard and climb aboard. Mike’s in a real good mood now and they head west for Abbotsford, then north across the river to Mission and west again to Port Coquitlam (or POCO, as they fondly call it). It’s nearly midnight when they pull into the CP Express and Transport (CPX) yard on Kingsway. As they pull in Mike sees a dark car leaving the lot so he flashes his lights at them but the car goes on and leaves the lot. “Hmmmm, that’s funny. He didn’t flash his lights or wave or anything. Wasn’t that Ray’s car? You know Ray Chauffe, don’t you? He does local deliveries on day shift. I wonder what he was doing here so late at night.” Len responds with, “It sure looked like his car. That’s his rig at the end of the row. Maybe he was working on it or something.” After they drop the trailers and park the Kenworth, Mike walks over to Ray’s truck and lays his hand on the Mac’s hood. The bodywork is warm so he knows it has been running recently. Len comes over to join him and says, “Warm, is it?” Mike nods. Len continues, “Must have been him. Looks like he washed it. He babies that Mac like it was his own. Somebody should tell him that CPX owns it.” They chuckle together as they ...

... head for the parking lot. They come up to Len’s old Pontiac and Mike says, “Goodnight Lenny. See you next round. Likely next week.” “Right Mike. By the way, did you put the waybills in the pouches on those trailers? Seems silly but I don’t recall seeing you do that and it could save you a trip back here tomorrow.” “Oh Shit!! Thanks, Len. I had my mind on something else, I guess.” He grins and they wave goodbye as Len pulls out of the lot. Mike walks to his Mustang and fires her up. He drives back into the yard and goes to the trailers they have dropped. He jumps out and puts the bills of lading into each trailer’s pouch. As he goes back towards his car the Commissionaire on night duty appears in the car’s headlights. “Oh, it’s you, Mike. I thought it was but I had to come down and check. It’s been a quiet night but one has to check everything.” “Dave, have you been here all night or have you just come on?” “Just came in at midnight. They had a night shift in the warehouse until eleven-thirty, so they said they didn’t need security until midnight. Have you just come in from Calgary?” “Round trip this time to the Hat and back with stops in Kelowna, Calgary and Lethbridge. Back on number 3 so it was a grind. That highway really takes it out of a guy.” “Well, you go get some rest and take care, Mike. I have to finish my round. See you later.” Commissionaire Dave Broady waves as Mike leaves the yard. As Mike crosses the Pitt River Bridge heading east towards Mission and home to ...