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

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

... and hash browns with fresh asparagus or peas on the side. Its discounted 25% and it’s really good. I had it earlier.” Len decides to go for the steak but Mike wants something lighter so he can sleep. He decides on an omelet and toast. “Got to try and get a few hours sleep out there in the sleeper. You can bring me coffee around five.” He grins lopsidedly at her as he winks. She leaves to get their order. In a moment Jena comes by and tousles Mike’s hair then she cuffs the top of his head a glancing blow, “I’ll bring you coffee at five, Mike, and drown you in it!” She grins and goes on towards the front counter. They clean up their food and Mike goes to get a few hours sleep. Len spends an hour gabbing with Jena then goes for a walk around the yard. He then meanders down the highway to the government weigh scales where he chats with the officers for another hour before returning to the café for coffee. He joins some other truckers who have come in and puts in time. Around four thirty he starts watching for Mike. Just after five he sees Mike’s long lanky figure climbing down from the cab with a towel over his shoulders. He grins. Mike will grab a quick shower and be in for coffee in about fifteen minutes. He turns to catch Jen’s eye and she is looking towards the rigs in the yard. She glances his way and nods. Mike’s coffee will be waiting for him when he comes in. Soon they’re on the road again, diesel roaring as they climb up out of Golden in the early dawn’s pink light. ...

... Then they descend through the S curves and cross the Kicking Horse River twice before they start to climb for Banff, Alberta. They whistle past the railway town of Field watching for wildlife. By seven they are rolling out through the Bow Valley and across the flat lands of Alberta heading for Calgary. By eight-thirty they roll into the CPX terminal yards and drop the pup. They fuel up and by nine-thirty are heading into the rising sun. Mike dons dark mirror sunglasses and Len hits the sack in the sleeper. Mike sings along with western music on the radio as he wheels across the flat prairie. With his single trailer only half loaded he has to be doubly careful to keep his speed down. It’s easy to get a ticket out here on the flat lands. He pulls in for lunch at Brooks, Alberta. Len comes out to join him. Just over another hour will see them into the ‘Hat’. They down their lunch and are on the road again by two. About three thirty they pull into the new mall east of Medicine Hat and they back into the Zellers Department Store warehouse dock. Warehousemen swarm the trailer and the load is unloaded in half an hour. Mike checks again with Central Dispatch in Toronto and there are no changes. They head for the Saskatchewan border and drop their empty trailer at a set of highway weigh scales before going on to Gull Lake. The yard in Gull Lake is an unattended fenced yard behind a 24-hour service station. Mike unlocks the tumblers on the gate looking for trailer 5709, spots it and backs ...