Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 13 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 13

... off his fingers on the bread and eats it. He finishes by licking his fingers. "Hey, I was going to do that!" she exclaims. She proffers a spoon loaded with potato salad and says, "Now open up, baby, here comes some good stuff." She spoon feeds him salad and enjoys some herself until he says enough. "Now, would you like more coffee ...or me?" "The coffee sounds good ...for now." The coffee lasts till they're into Merrit. They drive straight through and head for Kamloops. By four they are pulling into the scales just west of Kamloops. As they pull out and head through the city on the bypass, Trudy pours coffee again. "Do you want more to eat, Mike?" "Not now. Is there quite a bit left?" "Enough for supper, I guess." "Let's clean it up at the Husky in Sicamous. If it’s still nice there, we can use the picnic tables or if it's raining we can use the sleeper." "That sounds great. When are we going to be able to interview Mr. Harrison? We should get to it as soon as we can." "Your right. I also have to see the Staff Sgt. in POCO. He's got some information I want to know. For instance, why haven't they been holding Scanlon for the murder? Surely they have as good a case against him as they have on Ray. And that's the other thing I want them to explain. What do they have on Ray?" They talk about the case out through Monte Creek and on to Salmon Arm. By five forty five they arrive at the Husky. Mike spots the Calgary truck sitting by the service center and pulls over nearby. He sees ...

... two trailers sitting behind the center, but the numbers on one matches the trailer he's to pick up. He climbs down and calls to a driver coming out of the open bay door. "Hi, Murray. Got your load. Want me to drop it here?" The other driver nods as he walks over to join him. He glances up and grins. Mike looks back and sees Trudy backing down the ladder from the truck. Her bare ass bobs up and down as she descends. He hears a low wolf whistle from the other man and Trudy must as well, as she spins around when she hits the ground. "I'm going to the can, Mike. I'll see you inside. I'm getting the thermos refilled." She takes off for the cafe. Mike just grins at the other driver. "Did I see what I thought I just saw?" "That's my swamper." "Yeah, right." Mike cranks down the dollies and pulls the pin. He climbs up between the trailer and cab to remove the air lines. He swings around into the cab and gently pulls ahead then away and parks. He jumps down with the bills in hand. "She's all yours. Checked the brakes on the Coquihalla at the summit. Only needed a turn or two. You got the paper on that one?" "It's in the pouch. I was going to take the other one if you hadn't showed up in time but I'll take this one now. Another of our trucks is on his way for that one. Have you called dispatch?" "Not yet. I was going to call from inside and save my cell phone. You been here long?" "About an hour. Got a small oil leak so we checked it out inside but it's not bad enough to have them fix ...