Now you know one reason my daughter’s picture is here. But wait, there is more.
So, did you guess? My Mom and my Grand Pop wanted the perfect name for the bad girl in this story. So they picked one of my nick-names, Peaches.
Oh, yes. I have other nick-names, but one will do for now.
“Looks like the car stopped in the middle of nowhere, on a back road, just inside the city limits,” Delavera frowned at her equipment which consisted of the GPS finder and her nine-inch smart tablet.
“ETA?”
“Ten, fifteen minutes. Depending on the road.”
“She could switch cars and be anywhere.” Morgan was not happy.
“Maybe her and her boyfriend are playing huggy bear smacky mouth.”
“Never heard that expression before.”
“Want to know a good Spanish word for it?” Delavera looked innocent.
“I know a good Spanish word for it.”
“Ahh. I thought maybe you know more Spanish than you let on. Are you holding out on me?”
“Lets say if we ever meet a Mexican who can’t speak English I’d rather have you talk with him than try it myself.”
Eventually they found the abandoned car.
Delavera spotted the flash drive under the driver’s seat. There was another wedged tightly into the back of the seat. She plugged them into her nine inch smart tablet. One contained nothing. On the other she accessed the only file it contained. They listened without a word from the beginning, “Fancy meeting you here. Peaches Pardot,” To the end, ”It wasn’t murder, honey, it was a mercy killing.” Which was where the conversation was when Lonnie fumbled the recorder and dropped the flash drive under the seat.
For the first time since they had met each other Delavera lost all pretense in her attitude. “My God. She is out there somewhere with a murderer and it is almost dark.”
By the time the tow truck arrived it was.
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