On the Run

By Paul Westwood

James Warren is a private detective from Miami. He's on the run from the mob with a picture that could destroy a politician's career. Stuck in the Nevada desert without a cent, he resorts to hitchhiking. A chance encounter with a beautiful woman named Cat will buy James a one-way ticket to the greatest pleasures of his life, but also a brush with death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Westwood
• Release date: Apr 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301215423

Paul Westwood

Born in a time that is quickly becoming only a memory, Paul Westwood is an author of several genres, with a concentration on horror and historical fiction in the style of the vintage Gold Medal series. A graduate of Miskatonic University, Mr. Westwood also take an active interest in jabbernowling and boondoggling. He spends most of his other hours writing, listening to obscure music, and finding a good place to take a nap.

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On the Run

by Paul Westwood

Copyright 2013 Paul Westwood

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I took the risk of walking on foot. It was hot. Not that I was surprised by the heat since I was in the desert, on one of those little state freeways that wound its way to Vegas. The sun was a blazing ball of orange, just now beginning to dip on the horizon, which seemed like a thousand miles away. A few cars had passed by, but in these days of sensation and worry, no one was willing to pick up a scruffy hitchhiker with a three day beard. But I knew I had to get to the next town and inside since nights out in the desert turned cold. I also wasn’t ready to sleep in the sand with the rattlesnakes and scorpions.

Hearing the rumble of an approaching vehicle, I turned my head. To my relief it was just an oncoming white van. The driver was hidden by the glare of the sun. It passed me and slowed to a stop. I saw a New York license plate. With rusty wheel wells and a faded plumbing logo on the side, it wasn’t much of a vehicle. But it beat walking.