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


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    have they?” Lenny stretches out his neck but can see no problems on his side. Lenny calls back, “Can’t see anything loose here. Nothing’s making sparks anyway. I don’t see anything unusual.” They roll on for another mile or two. Mike exclaims, “That’s it! I just caught a glimpse in your mirror of a flicker. It’s a train down on the tracks beside us. Do you see it?” “No, it’s too dark! …Hold on, there it is. I see it! …Yep, I guess that’s what was making the noise. It’s down below us.” They roll along in the dark, still gradually climbing and soon overtake another eighteen-wheeler. The other rig is laboring heavily and flashes his lights for Mike to pass. Mike picks up his microphone and calls out, “Hey there, Mayflower! You got your ears on, good buddy?” The CB crackles with a southern accent, “What the ‘ell you guys call dis white shit? S'pose to be blossom time inna Rockies, they tole me in LA. Ha!!!” Mike chuckles and keys the mike again as they pass, “Where you bound for, my friend?” “Uhhhhh.” pause, “Edmonton, is what the bills say. Some asshole who made his fortune down in movie land is moving home, they tell me. What the ‘ell he wants to come back to this crap for I’ll never know!” “Tell you, friend, the man’s got good taste, that’s why, hahaha. By the way, this stuff should run out before you get to the big hills. Good luck, now.” “See ya on the flip side. We’re out and gone.” Once again the night closes in on the two friends in their K100 cab over Kenworth with ...
    the big roomy sleeper. (insert pic of truck) Mike swerves away from the shoulder to avoid the tan Cadillac sitting with it’s nose up against some rocks and he lays on the air horn splitting the night like a foghorn. Lenny watches the car as they swing by and says, “Doesn’t appear to be much damage. Just slid off the road.” “Yeah, he’s alright. Just in a big hurry, that’s all. He won’t be bothering us again tonight though. He chuckles and starts whistling a lilting tune. Sure enough as they near the Selkirk Mountains and the Rogers Pass the road becomes dry and bare. They climb up through the snow sheds and into the pass itself. “Do you see any signs saying we have to chain up, Len?” “Nope, must be bare and dry all the way. It sure looks it.” They can see two other rigs ahead of them climbing the long steep grade to the summit. Everyone is moving steadily and low intermittent chatter is heard on the CB. They rush headlong through the long curves heading into the upgrade as the moon lights the road ahead beyond the sweep of their headlights. Mike starts the process of gearing down, keeping the revs up by ear and disregarding the tachometer. They can hear the huge diesel purr steadily and feel the surge of power as Mike matches power requirements with the gear he selects. Black smoke belches out of the pipes as they climb, dark pavement spinning out behind them in the large side-mounted rear view mirrors. As the lights of the lodge at the summit first appear over the rise Lenny ...
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