Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 24 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 24

... Mike goes to the parking lot and jumps into the car. He goes for breakfast and comes back. Still not loaded. By the time he's ready to roll it's nearly one PM. He makes a quick stop in Chilliwack at the hospital. He tries to cheer Crystal up and sees Trudy when she comes in. Then he has to leave. Out on the highway again he's highballing for Alberta. Things are working just fine as he stops in Sicamous for a bite. He flies along making good time through Revelstoke and into the park. He climbs the Rogers Pass and checks his brakes. All's well and it's on for Golden. As he rounds the turn and sees the lights of Donald far below on the Columbia River, he checks his watch. It's nearly ten and he should make Calgary before three. Down the long grade to the ninety- degree turn at the bottom he uses little brakes relying on the Jake. But she picks up speed so he hit’s them a little harder and is jarred by the clanging of a bell. "Shit!" He says the word as he glances at the air pressure gauge; pressure below twenty pounds and dropping. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He takes his foot away from the brake pedal and watches the air pressure climb slowly back up over twenty-five pounds. The tack is climbing as well and he has to touch the brakes again. The pressure fades fast and the clanging begins again, but he slows a bit. He starts looking at the shoulders as the turn comes rushing at him. The clanging stops and he touches the brakes again. Clang clang. No air pressure again. He watches the ...

... gauge and disregards the clanging bell. With the turn fast approaching he wait’s for just the right moment and steps hard on the brakes. The truck shudders as trailer brakes lock and the trailer swings across the road but the whole mass slows considerably and he enters the turn aiming at a point he thinks he may be able to make if it doesn't upset. Weight shifts in the turn and tires slide leaving black trails of rubber to the edge of the pavement but it rights itself and flies across the Kicking Horse bridge. Mike uses the jake brake to ease down the speed and gears down to bring the rig to a halt about four miles past Donald. He climbs down and has to hang on to the door for a moment. His legs are like rubber. After a few minutes rest he crawls under the rig looking at air lines. With his Mag light he finds the culprit. Not far from the compressor is an airline worn through on one side. It looks like the bracket that was supposed to support it has broken off at some time and the line has scrubbed away at the frame and worn a hole about two inches long. He climbs back up and shuts down the diesel. He climbs back down and bleeds off his air pressure. He digs through his toolbox and all he can find is black electrical tape and gray duct tape. He takes those with him and chews a stick of gum. Under the rig he goes and plugs the long hole with chewing gum. Over this he pulls black electrical tape and wraps it tightly. Then he wraps over that the duct tape. He closes his bleeder ...