Mike calls out he’s awake. XXX “Number four.” She hands him another printout. Claymore there, please?”
It’s an older female voice. In a husky voice Mike says, “Please stay.”
No words are spoken as they ride in the moonlight until Mike pulls into the truck stop at Brooks. I told him to shove the job up his ass. He crosses the river and into Golden; where he pulls into the Husky around eleven local time, ten by his watch. By five he’s kissing her good-bye. “Oh Mike, everyone is looking.” He pulls her close and kisses her again. As he progresses out past Laidlaw he toots the air horn at another CPX rig sitting in the truck stop. Mike Claymore, Security Consultant, Home office your address in Abbotsford and your phone plus cell
