Janet Evanovich - Full Speed
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FULL SPEED
JANET EVANOVICH
AND
CHARLOTTE HUGHES
PROLOGUE
Jamie Swift paced the parking lot of Hank's Pump-n-Pay as she tried to decide her next move. She was mad enough to chew a barbed-wire fence, and her anger had a name to it: Max Holt.
Jamie needed help. She needed someone to talk to, and she needed a ride.
She spied the phone booth and hurried toward it. Who to call? It was after midnight. People with any kind of sense were usually home in bed at this hour. She had to calm down. She sucked in three deep breaths and was immediately hit with a wave of dizziness. She grasped the metal counter beneath the telephone. It would be her luck to hyperventilate right here in the parking lot, fall on her face, and be scarred for life. Yeesh.
Jamie spied the sticker on the pay telephone that read: desperate for help ? call lend-a-hand hotline . She leaned closer and read the small print: We're Here for You Twenty-four Hours a Day .
Desperate , the advertisement read. That was her, all right. Desperate with a capital D . Plus, she was losing her mind. Or what was left of it after two weeks of dodging bullets from a drive-by shooting, almost getting blown to smithereens by
a car bomb, and falling into a river and into the path of a hungry alligator. Hell's bells, she was lucky to be alive.
Jamie plunked two quarters into the pay phone. Her hand trembled. The fact
it had started raining didn't even faze her. After what she'd been through, that
was small potatoes.
Big potatoes was being stranded in a Podunk town she'd never heard of in the middle of the night, with her best friend more than two hours away. Big potatoes was being ogled by a gas station attendant whose oil-stained T-shirt stretched tight across a belly that had obviously sucked down a record number of Budweisers. She glanced his way. Even from a distance he looked dumb as cow dung. Probably had a tattoo on his butt that read This Side Down just in case he forgot. He looked at her like he hadn't seen a woman since inside plumbing. Like the kind of man people wouldn't let near their barnyard animals.
She dialed the number.
"Lend-a-Hand Hotline, this is Tanisha."
"Oh, thank God," Jamie said, glad to hear another voice. "I'm, uh" She glanced down at the ad once more. "I'm desperate."
"Could you hold, please?"
There was a click. Jamie blinked. And waited. She would not cry. She was made of tougher stuff than that. Tough as nails, that's what she was. She glanced toward the man inside the gas station, not more than fifty feet away. Yeah, he really did look kind of goofy. Like maybe there were a couple of orangutans hanging from his family tree. Like maybe his parents had been first cousins. Jamie stared right back at him. Finally, he looked away.
"Hello?" The woman named Tanisha was back.
"Yes. My name is Jamie, and I'm in trouble."
"Are you pregnant and scared and suffering feelings of isolation and helplessness? Afraid of telling your parents?"
Jamie blinked. "No."
"Are you depressed?"
"Well, I"
"Are you having trouble sleeping at night or sleeping too much? Experiencing appetite changes, feelings of sadness or doom, unable to get up in the morning?" The woman paused, drew in breath, and went on in rapid-fire succession. "Have you lost interest in people, places, or things that used to bring you pleasure? Do you enjoy sex?"
"Sex?"
Huge sigh. "Girl, you got to work with me, 'cause I've got a possible jumper
on the other line and I'm the only one working the phones tonight."
"I've never done this sort of thing before," Jamie confessed.
"Me, neither. It's my first night."
Jamie slapped her open palm against her forehead. A rookie.
"Listen up. Does your problem have something to do with a man? Tanisha
said the word as though it weren't fit to be used in polite company. '"Cause I
know about men, honey."
"Sort of."
"Sister, you hold right there while I try to talk this idiot off the roof of his house. If he don't get off this time, I'm going over there personally and push
the SOB."
Another click. Jamie wondered if she'd made a mistake by calling. Maybe she wasn't as desperate as she thought; she certainly hadn't considered diving off a rooftop. That had to be a good sign. The man in the gas station had settled down with a magazine, and the rain had slacked off. Things were looking up.
Tanisha picked up. "OK, I'm all ears."
" And so there I was, running my little newspaper in Beaumont, South Carolina, minding my own business" Jamie paused. "Did I tell you that I own
the newspaper? My daddy left it to me when he died. It has been in my family
for years."
Silence.
"Hello? Tanisha? Are you there?"
The woman on the other end yawned. "Do you think we could cut to the chase, Jamie? I don't need your life history, and to tell you the truth, my attention span isn't that great. I think I have ADHD."
"Oh." Jamie realized she had been talking for some time, but she'd assumed Tanisha would need background information if she was going to help. "OK, so the next thing I knew, this gazillionaire, Maximillian Holt, blew into my life like a bad wind and turned it upside down. See, I need balance and predictability. Max is not a predictable person."
"So what's the problem? Were you born without feet so that you couldn't walk away?"
"It wasn't as simple as that," Jamie replied. "Max is my silent partner. He kept my newspaper from going bankrupt."
"OK, so this is a business problem."
"No." Jamie glanced toward the gas station. The man inside was sleeping, head thrown back, slack-jawed. Maybe he was harmless after all. She went back to her conversation. "Max and I were a team. Not only were we trying to investigate corruption in my town, somebody hired a couple of hit men to kill Max. And guess who found herself right in the middle of it? The gunfire shattered the windows at my newspaper office. If Max hadn't pushed me down on the floor, I wouldn't be talking to you right now."
"Wait a minute, what's with this hit men stuff?" Tanisha asked.
"We think this big-time preacher from Sweet Pea, Tennessee, ordered the hit. He has mob connections. He wanted to buy Max's TV network, but he couldn't scrape the money together fast enough. When Max sold it to another person, someone was mad enough to hire a hit."
"Girl, what'choo mean coming to me with hit men shit? Am I going to lose
my kneecaps for hearing this?"
"Nobody knows I called you."
"Listen to me," Tanisha said. "This is police business. I'm going to hang up now."
"Hey, I put fifty cents into the phone. Don't I get some advice? Plus, I was hoping you could tell me where I could get a ride."
"I am not being paid enough to handle mob-related problems. I have a family: a husband, three kids, six brothers, and two sisters. I have cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents. I have three cats and a beagle. I've got more relatives than the Brady Bunch and the Waltons put together. I can't just disappear into one of those witness protection programs, you get my drift?" The woman on the other end of the line gave a huge sigh. "Just answer me this: Where is Max now?"
"He dumped me."
"Excuse me!"
"We were on our way to Tennessee, you know, to go look for this minister and his mob friends. Max waited until we got two hours out of Beaumont, and he just stopped the car in the middle of the road and turned around. Said he was taking me home. Said I would, quote, just be in the way, unquote." She paused. "After all we'd been through together, I lost my temper. I made him stop the car. We had this huge fight on the side of the road, and, well" Jamie paused as she recalled their argument. "It was bad."
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