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

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

... up to hook onto it. As his 5th wheel slides under the trailer it latches and he slips down from the tractor to stretch his legs. Len comes around from the far side and tells him the seal number as well as confirms the tires on the far side are okay. Mike nods as he hooks up airlines and pulls the bills out of the trailer’s pouch. He crosschecks the seal number, checks the contents and destination then nods his head and does a circle check of his own. When both are satisfied that everything’s in order Mike heads for the gate. Len walks to the gate, buttons up the yard and joins Mike in the cab. Now they head into the afternoon sun as they backtrack to the Alberta border and the scales house where they earlier left the empty trailer. They hook up to it behind the first and pull up on the scales. Everything is okay. They head west for Medicine Hat and then turn southwest to Lethbridge on Highway # 3. “Are you tired, Len? We’ll be in Lethbridge by ten thirty. I plan to sack out there for an hour or two then pull on through to Cranbrook for another few hours sleep. The reason for the couple hours in Lethbridge is I like to hit Crow’s Nest Pass refreshed.” Mike grins as Len nods and heads for the sleeper. On schedule Mike drops the empty trailer in Lethbridge and hooks up to a load of pottery destined for the coast. He puts it in front and the lighter load for Canadian Tire in the rear then pulls them around into a darkened area of the yard. Its his turn in the sleeper birth and ...

... Len goes to chat with some of the warehousemen on evening shift. He chats with the night man after midnight for about an hour then goes to thump the side of the sleeper with the flat of his hand. Mike climbs down rubbing his eyes and yawning. Checking his watch he says, “Thanks, Len. I would have slept through the night if you hadn’t wakened me.” He stretches and heads off though the gloom to the washrooms. Soon they are westbound again on Highway # 3 heading into the foothills of the Rockies. Traffic is light as they climb towards the summit of the Crow’s Nest Pass. They are fully loaded and the climb is slow but steady, black smoke belching from the twin pipes and streaming back over the load. They roar through the community of Crow’s Nest and Mike let’s her roll down the gentle grade from the summit towards Sparwood. Len crawls back into the sleeper for a while and Mike puts in a tape of his favorite country and western music. He calls back to Len, “Cranbrook by four.” Len just grunts. It’s as he figured, it will be a three day run. In Cranbrook Mike pulls into the CPX yard into a corner and parks. Len climbs down to go for a walk and Mike goes to the washroom. He comes back and curls up in the sleeper. Len ends up chatting with the night man. As the eastern sky brightens he wanders down to the rig and pulls out a book to read. He reads for about an hour when he hears Mike roar out, “Len! Are you there?!” Len calls back, “Right here Mike, what’s up?” “What time you got?” ...