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

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

... off, Mike judicially applies brakes intermittently as they descend into the valley then quickly he gears up for the haul across the valley floor and the next upgrade. They swing through the turns with musical accompaniment and soon pass by the “time-change” marker as they climb again into the Selkirk range of mountains. Now they have an hour’s difference but Mike has taken the time change into account. They can still make it to Golden by midnight. Soon they have crossed the Selkirks and are descending into the Rocky Mountain Trench. They come out across the Columbia River and it is eleven twenty local time. They pass the lights of the lumber mill at Donald and from there it’s a straight run into Golden. Their faces are lit then fall back into shadow as the bright flickering moonlight reflects off the river casting a cold white glow into the cab. By eleven forty-five they are pulling off Number One highway into the truck-filled yards around the Golden Husky service station and truck stop. Mike grabs paperwork and descends from the cab. He and Len enter the café and head for the washrooms. “Grab us a table and order up java, Len. I’ll get on the horn to Toronto. Okay?” Len nods as he heads into the café. He eyes the room and grabs a table by the front windows. As he pulls himself into the booth a waitress appears by his elbow. “Start with coffee, Len?” He looks around and sees Jena, an old friend who has been waitressing here for many years. He holds up two fingers and she ...

... fills two cups. Jena, who is about forty-five, winks at Len and says with a smile, “Got a new girl on tonight, I’ll send her over and tempt Mister Mike.” She laughs and Len grins but shakes his head. “Mike’s not in that good a mood tonight so I doubt he’ll be amused but what the hell, give it a try.” He chuckles as Jena leaves them menus and heads back towards the kitchen with the coffee pot. Len settles to enjoy his coffee and Mike soon joins him. He explains Toronto has instructed them to drop the pup in Calgary and go straight to Medicine Hat (The Hat, as he calls it) with their goods then proceed to the Saskatchewan border at Gull Lake to pick up a load for Canadian Tire. Then it’s back into Alberta to Lethbridge where they will load some freight in the main trailer for the coast. He continues, “Guess I’ll try for a few hours shut-eye here in the yard. Did you order?” “Not yet,” says Len, “I was waiting on you.” A pert young waitress of about 25 comes up to their table and Mike exclaims, “Hey Blondie, I haven’t seen you around here before. You must be new!” “I’m Cathy and I am new. Can I take your order?” Mike gets a twinkle in his eye, “Let’s start with a quick tour of my rig out there in the yard. Have you ever seen the inside of one of those big trucks before?” Len just grins and says, “This here is Mike and I’m Len. Pay him no mind. What’s the truckers’ special tonight?” Cathy grins, “I rather like his suggestion but I better not mess up my first night on the job. Steak ...