Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Murder on the Mainline: another Mike Claymore Mystery Chapter 10

... and seat but nothing. The truck is clean enough it could go out on a sales lot. He goes back into the terminal and sees the meeting has started in the lunchroom. He slips in and gives Tony his keys. He thanks him again and leaves. Jim nods at him as he's leaving and points upstairs then goes on talking to the group. Mike goes upstairs to dispatch and asks if they want to see him. Jerry is busy on the phone but points to a chair. Mike wait’s patiently until Jerry's finished. "Jim wants to see you when he gets done with the meeting downstairs. Did you have a female riding with you on this run?" "Oh, for God's sakes! Don't tell me someone reported us? Shit!" "I guess that answers my question. I think that's what Jim wants to see you about. The word was around the lunch room last night that you had a naked woman riding around in your truck." He grins, "Did you?" "Oh hell, the other guys are just jealous." "CP Express and Transport, can I help you?" Jerry is back on the phone talking into his lip mic with headphones on his ears. Jim comes in and says, "Come on into my office, Mike" Mike follows him in and Jim waves at a chair in front of his desk as he pulls some paperwork out of a file. He turns and looks at Mike. "Did you check the seals on that long box you pulled out of Edmonton for Vanderhoof." "I sure did and I made sure the driver who took it from me at Tete Jaune Cache junction checked them as well. What's wrong." "Some freight is missing. Prince George claims it was ...

... sealed when they got it and they never changed the seal, but the seal number is not the same as the one on the bill of lading. Somebody pulled a fast one. It was Canadian Tire stuff, highly desirable for small thefts. Damn! You’re sure you checked it? You weren't distracted?" "Alright, I knew that was going to come up. No. I was not distracted by the naked woman in my truck!" "Take it easy. I know you well enough to know you didn't screw up. I figure someone in Prince George got the goods. We'll have to honor their claim. If you assure me you checked it, that's good enough for me. Thanks, Mike." "You’re not going to say anything about the rider." "What rider? You know we're not allowed to take riders in our trucks. Is there a rider in your truck?" "No. It's parked out in the yard." "That's what I thought." "Is that everything then?" "How are you making out clearing Ray's name? I heard you were helping in the investigation. He didn't do it, did he?" "I don't believe he did. I'm still working on it." "Clear him if you can. He's a good man and a good company man with the customers." "I'm trying, Jim. I better get to it." Mike goes out to the parking lot and starts the Mustang. He pulls in by the side of the shops and loads up his laundry, luggage and briefcase then heads home. It's Thursday and he doesn't have any more runs this week. He drives out through Mission and home to Abbotsford. He glances over at Jeff's but all is quiet. It’s nearly suppertime so he smells food cooking ...