Burn Out: Full Throttle

By Juanita D. Houston

After recovering from the fallout of their last adventure, Makayla and Hunter are desperate for some sense of normalcy. Makayla is equally eager and anxious to return to work when a string of car thefts strikes just as several teams of street racers converge on their town. It gives her just the focus she needs.

Hunter might've saved Makayla, but their relationship is far from healed. His entire focus is on fixing what's broken, and a distraction is the last thing he needs when his estranged mother reappears in his life, as the co-owner of one of the racing teams.

At first, the long-awaited reunion seems amicable, but Cynthia Glenn has plans for her son and his business. Despite warnings from his father, John, and 25 years of silence, Cynthia weaves herself into Hunter's life, making it clear she wants her son on her team and tempting him with an offer to be her first-choice driver… if he'll ditch his girlfriend.

Despite her attempts to appease the woman, Makayla's suspicious of the timing of Cynthia's sudden reappearance, and the feeling only grows until, one afternoon, they find blood stains in Hunter's father's apartment and truck but no sign of the man himself—and she can't reach Hunter. Now Hunter and John are missing.

Hell-bent on rescuing the man she loves and his father, the only lead Makayla is interested in running down is Cynthia. She'll risk another suspension, her promotion, her badge—her life—to rescue the two men, and she'll make sure Cynthia pays.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juanita D. Houston
• Release date: Apr 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223692256

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BURN OUT

BURN OUT

FULL THROTTLE

Book Two

Juanita D. Houston

Juanita D. Houston

Contents

THANK YOU

Drag Racing Lingo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Untitled

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

About the Author

Acknowledgments

THANK YOU READER

Also By Juanita D. Houston

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Copyright ©2023 by Juanita D. Houston. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Cover art by Elizabeth Dunlap of Pixie Covers.

THANK YOU

Thank you to the JJ Da Boss, Memphis Street Outlaws for allowing us to come watch them film Street Outlaws: Memphis a couple of years ago and for giving me the idea for this story. I’ve learned a lot and am now a fan of street racing. I have also met a lot of great people.

Drag Racing Lingo

This story is about street outlaw, the original group who race on streets late at night. There are groups who travel the country to race.

These are just some of the definitions used in drag racing. If you’d like to know more check out the Discovery Channel for No Prep Kings and Street Outlaws.

Drag Racing Lingo

Backpedal

When a driver lets off the throttle to regain traction and avoid or stop tire shake.

Breakout

Used only in handicap racing, breakout refers to a vehicle running quicker than the racer has predicted. The racer who breaks out loses unless his or her opponent breaks out by more or commits a more serious foul, such as leaving too soon (see red-light) or crossing the centerline.

Bubble

The bottom spot in the field, usually the No. 16 qualifying position. Also called the bump.

Bumped

When a racer is moved from a higher qualifying position to a lower one after another competitor improves.

Burnout

Spinning the rear tires in water before a run to heat and clean them and put rubber on the track for better traction. Also, the specks of tire rubber that result from a burnout; for example, You really need to wash the burnout off your face.

Christmas Tree

Also called the Tree, the electronic starting device between the lanes on the starting line.

Chute

Short for parachute, this device helps slow the car at the end of a run.

Deep Stage

To roll a few inches farther into the stage beam. In that position, a racer is closer to the finish line and also closer to a foul start (red-light).

Foul Start

When a vehicle leaves the starting line before the green light, indicated by a red light on the Tree. The racer is eliminated from further competition in that eliminator at the event (unless his or her opponent commits a worse infraction).

Full Tree

Used in Comp, Super Stock, and Stock, for which a handicap starting system equalizes competition. The three amber lights flash consecutively five- tenths of a second apart, followed five-tenths later by the green light.

Guard walls

The walls that line the racing surface.

Methanol

Pure methyl alcohol produced by synthesis; used in Top Alcohol Dragsters and Top Alcohol Funny Cars.

Nitromethane

Known as nitro, CH3NO2 is the result of a chemical reaction between nitric acid and propane. Primary fuel for Top Fuel dragsters, Funny Cars, and injected nitro dragsters in Top Alcohol Dragster.

Oil Down

When a race car deposits oil from the engine onto the racing surface, causing a delay.

On the Trailer

Where a race car is put after losing or not qualifying; for example, He was on the trailer after round one.

Pre-Staged

When a racer is approximately seven inches behind the starting line and the small yellow light atop his or her side of the Christmas Tree is illuminated.

Pro Tree

Used in Top Fuel, Funny Car, Pro Stock, Pro Stock Motorcycle, Top Alcohol Dragster, Top Alcohol Funny Car, Super Comp, Super Gas, and Super Street, all of which feature heads-up (no handicap) competition. All three large amber lights on the Tree flash simultaneously, followed four-tenths of a second later by the green starting light.

Rail

Another name for a dragster.

Reaction Time

The time it takes for a vehicle’s front tires to clear the staging beam after the green light comes on; measured in fractions of a second. A perfect reaction time is .000.

Red-Light

When a race car leaves the starting line too soon – before the green light or go signal – it activates the red light on the Christmas Tree, and the driver is automatically disqualified.

Safety Safari

A team of men and women responsible for transporting equipment from race to race, preparing and maintaining the racing surface, and providing support in an emergency.

Sand Trap

Located beyond the shutdown area; used to help stop errant race cars.

Shutdown Area

Area past the finish line where race vehicles come to a stop and racers are picked up by their crews.

Sixty-Foot Time

The time it takes a vehicle to cover the first 60 feet of the racetrack. It is the most accurate measure of the launch from the starting line and is the interval most critical to a quick e.t.

Slick

Racing tire that does not have tread.

Smoked the Tires

When a car loses traction; also blew the tires off or hazed the tires.

Speed Trap

The final 66 feet to the finish line where speed is calculated.

Staged

A racer is staged when the front wheel or wheels of the vehicle are on the starting line. Once the racer is staged, the calibrated countdown of the amber lights leading to the green starting light may begin anytime.

Time Slip

Given to the racer or crew after a run, it lists the elapsed time, reaction time, and speed.

Tire Shake

Result of losing traction.

Tree’d

A racer whose reaction time is significantly slower than an opponent’s is said to have been Tree’d.

One

Friday afternoon

Makayla Brennan shoved her hands into the purple boxing gloves and punched the bag in front of her, trying to punch out all of her aggression toward Dr. Taylor from her conversation with the woman earlier that morning. Her doctor didn’t think she was ready to return to work. If she were honest, the doctor actually said she didn’t think Makayla thought she was ready.

How long do you think it’ll be? I don’t want to lose my position as a detective, she’d asked.

You tell me.

What’s that supposed to mean? she frowned at the woman, you’re the doctor.

Yes, and you’re hesitating, Makayla. Last week your number one concern was moving into your boyfriend’s house, but you were relaxed. This week you’re antsy. What have you been doing differently?

Unpacking and pacing.

Nightmares?

Only a couple this week.

So, what’s bothering you?

Nothing, she snapped then took a deep breath. Sorry.

The woman nodded, there is something that has changed since your last visit. What is it?

What if everybody at work looks at me differently? Like it was my fault?

The doctor leaned forward with her arms on the desk. Why would you think that?

Let’s see, I was suspended at the time, interfered in an active investigation, given Octane, shot my boyfriend and had to be given Narcan. Maybe they’ll think I’m still on drugs…not that I ever was, but… she’d stared at her hands. I don’t want people to look at me differently. It’s hard enough being the only female detective here in town, but with my dad being the DA and my brother an ADA, people already think I get preferential treatment as it is. I don’t, but I know they think I do. Meyers did.

I’m sure it is, but let me ask you a question, would you care what your former partner thought if he were still alive?

No, because I know it’s not true.

Did you shoot Mr. Jackson on purpose?

Of course not, she shook her head. I thought I was shooting at the man who was pointing a gun at Hunter’s head. But I did shoot him.

It was a scratch Makayla. He needed a few stitches, that’s all. Not to mention he was more worried about you.

Then why do I feel panicked at the thought of going back to work? I mean I want to work.

Let’s get off that for a moment, how are things with Hunter?

What do you mean?

How are things between you two?

They’re great. What are you getting at?

So, he doesn’t remind you that you shot him?

No, he’s very loving and supportive.

Sex?

It’s great. Being with him is better than ever.

Dr. Taylor studied the other woman for a long moment. It’s my thought that the only one looking at you differently is you.

Maybe, but why?

You feel guilty about the fight with Hunter, even though you shouldn’t. Maybe you feel guilty about your boss.

No! What happened to him was his fault, she growled.

She’d stared at the young woman. Tell you what, tell your Captain we’re going to give it another week, to make sure you’ve gotten all of your paperwork in order, okay?

She’d smiled at the woman. Okay, thanks.

She punched and kicked the bag, replacing the conversation with the doctor with the one she had with Dean, shortly after her appointment.

She wants to wait another week? Dean Colton asked, frowning at his detective.

That’s what she said. Some of the paperwork hasn’t come in. She stared back him. What?

Makayla what is really going on?

I told you.

And I know you, you’re hesitating about coming to work, so talk. He leaned back in his chair and watched her.

Dean... she started but stopped when he held up a hand.

Save it. I’ll tell you. You think the guys here are going to look at you and wonder if you’re ready to come back. Or maybe they’re going to think you’re an addict?

Where’d you get that idea? she asked, trying not to panic.

How are things at home?

What?

How are things between you and Hunter?

They’re great but what does that have to do with it?

I need to know you’re ready to be back at work.

I am but the doctor doesn’t think so.

And if I didn’t know you as well as I do, I’d believe it but you’re afraid. He raised his brow. It’s okay Makayla to be afraid. We all go through those same feelings after we come back from an injury or suspension. It’s normal.

You expect me to believe that you went through this?

Yeah, when I got shot off duty.

When?

A few years ago. The point is it took a while to heal and get back to work. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I’d go back.

But you did.

Yeah, and just like you I was worried how others would perceive me. But they were great. He stood and rounded the desk to stand in front of her. No one is going to look at you any different than they did before. I’ve had several ask when you’re coming back to work.

Friedman?

He’s the main one but others have too. They like you Makayla and they miss you. More importantly they respect you. So, here’s my proposition. Come back to work on limited duty until the paperwork is ready.

In uniform, right?

No, you were a detective, you stay a detective.

Yeah, but Levine said I could only be on desk duty and in uniform.

Wrong, that was his choice. He could’ve reinstated you, especially after Meyers died but he was on the take. I want you back in plain clothes as a detective. You won’t be doing anything strenuous, but you will be working.

I’d like to talk to Hunter about it first.

Okay, fair enough, but I’d like for you to be back by Monday.

She’d nodded then hurried out. That had been a couple of hours go.

Remind me not to piss you off, a man’s voice drawled from the doorway.

She grabbed the bag and smiled at Hunter’s dad as he leaned against the doorframe, hands shoved into his jeans pockets. I figured you knew that already. What’s up? She asked as she caught her breath.

I just got an interesting call from your dad. He invited me to a party tomorrow night. John watched her take the gloves off and drop them on the floor.

"Yeah, he’s in collusion with his neighbor to host a surprise birthday party for her husband."

Okay, but why would he invite me to surprise party for someone I don’t know?

You met the new interim captain of the police department?

The one who took Mark’s job?

Yeah, his name is Dean Colton, she said, opening the water bottle for a drink, he’s a friend of the family and just moved out here about a little over a month ago.

Colton, why does that sound familiar?

Remember the case I told you I was involved in where the detectives had to come rescue us?

Yeah, why?

"Colton and his partner were our knights in shining armor.

Ah and your dad is friends with him and his family?

Oh yeah, my dad was grateful for them saving me and my friend. Personally, I think it’s so he gets to be an honorary grandpa to Dean and Gwen’s kids. I guess he doesn’t want to wait until my sister in law has their baby.

John smiled. That makes sense.

Hunter and I are taking the birthday boy’s present to my dad’s after he gets off work today, so it’ll be there, and he won’t accidentally see it arrive tomorrow, thus spoiling the surprise.

What’s the present?

Remember the sixty-seven Impala at the shop? It came in last month, it was red and black but it’s now all black. she was grinning ear to ear, he’s going to drive the Yenko and I get to drive the Impala.

Nice, and that’s a nice gift.

Yeah, I think she got it for him, so he won’t want to drive her ‘Cuda.

Pushing off the door jamb he, grinned at her. I’ll let you get back to beating up the bag, I just hope you weren’t mentally punching someone.

No, just venting some frustration over my meeting with said captain, she tossed the bottle aside then snagging her gloves.

He arched a brow at her, bad news?

No, but also not what I wanted to hear. He offered me the chance to come back on modified duty, until the doctor releases me, she huffed. It’s almost the same thing Mark was pushing right after he suspended me.

I’m confused. You didn’t take it when he offered.

No, because Mark was doing it to keep me away from the track but he had an ulterior motive.

He knew you’d investigate if you saw anything questionable. John mused. His mistake. What’s different about the new captain offering it?

I’ll be modified as a detective not as a uniformed officer and most importantly I won’t have to see if I can still fit in said uniform. That’s providing I could even locate it.

What did you say?

I needed to talk to Hunter.

John frowned, really… why?

Because my job will affect him as much as it does me and as a couple, I wouldn’t make that kind of decision without at least talking to him about it.

Darlin’ you know he’s going to say it’s your decision and yours alone. It’s your career not his.

I know but I’m still talking to him first.

Hunter’s dad smiled at her. Good for you, I’m glad you’re in my son’s life.

Even though we had a rough start?

Yes, because you had a rough beginning, and are still together despite everything that happened. A relationship is work.

I’m glad you’re both a part of my life. She smiled at him, I’d better get back to this so I can get a shower and fix a few things to take out to my dad’s for tomorrow.

I’ll get out of your hair then. He turned to leave.

Hey John, she smiled when he glanced over his shoulder at her, I hope you take my dad up on his invitation, I know he wants you to come, and so do I.

I’ll think about, now get back to beating up your friend. He waved and left her to her work out.

Later after she removed the pie from the oven, she checked the clock. Too bad boy, you lose. I’ve waited long enough, she chuckled as she stepped under the spray. Closing her eyes and bowing her head she leaned her hands against the tile, relaxing as the water beat down on her neck. The heat felt good against her skin as his arms wound around her waist.

Hey sweetheart, I thought you were going to wait for me to get home. Hunter murmured against her skin.

I was but you took too long, and my muscles ached from the work out.

You worked out and I missed it? He groaned, pressing against her.

Yeah, I was a little frustrated. We’ll work out later after we get back, then maybe a soak in the tub.

How about we have a little fun before we go?

I like the sound of that, she twisted around to face him, what do you have in mind? she asked, threading the fingers of one hand through his hair while her back hit the tile wall.

Lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, he kissed her deeply and pushed into her, pumping until their bodies shuddered with their climax. Hunter leaned against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. Are you sure we have to take the car tonight? he huffed. I’d much rather take you to bed for the rest of the evening. He kissed her neck, smiling against her skin when she laughed.

Yes silly. We don’t want Dean to see it tomorrow before the surprise reveal, do we?

Okay, but I want a replay of this later.

Admit it, you’re addicted to sex, she said with a chuckle. Come on, we’ve got to get dressed.

Sex with you, yes. Hey, what if I confess, can we stay home then?

No, she said, kissing him. Hunter stop making this so hard for me. I want to stay in and continue this conversation too, but I need to get the cake out to the house, too. Please?

I know, he groaned setting her feet on the floor. You know I love you.

Yes and I love you too, she said grabbing a towel while he finished his shower. I’m going to get dressed.

Okay.

Ten minutes later he climbed out and dried off. Nice, he said eyeing her then pulling her close to him, smiling at her reflection as she braided her wet hair. He kissed her shoulder before heading to the bedroom. Did I smell apple pie when I came in?

Yeah, I made you one after I made the birthday cake.

Wow, a cake and a pie. You’re full of surprises. How did you get roped into that?

I made the mistake of telling Gwen I’d help out, so I got tasked with making Dean’s birthday cake. I’m taking it tonight so nothing happens to it.

Did you decorate it?

Actually, I put the icing on but not the words. She shuddered at the thought of it. For the record, I’m not eating it.

Why not? he asked from the other room while he got dressed.

Because Lillie picked it out the flavors, and it’s a really weird combination.

She heard him chuckle before he asked, what did she pick, or do I want to know?

Strawberry cake with chocolate icing. She said with another shudder as she returned to the bedroom to finish getting dressed.

He stared at her, doesn’t sound that bad.

Sure, you’d think that, and she swears it’s her daddy’s favorite cake.

And you made it?

Oh yeah, she tugged on a pair of jeans, I did make dark chocolate ganache instead of the traditional frosting, so I could write on it tomorrow with icing. And, also in case they try to force me to eat a piece.

Do you think he likes it?

I don’t know, I’ve only ever seen the man eat pie not cake but she’s the baby, so she gets her way.

I can’t wait to meet her. Which car do you want to take tonight?

Can I drive the Impala?

And here I thought you’d want to drive the Yenko. He teased.

Normally I do, but I also know if I don’t drive the other tonight, I’ll never get the chance. She moved in close to him, Besides, I’m confident enough that I can talk you into letting me drive the Yenko, anytime.

Really, he kissed her, how confident?

She cupped him as she kissed him back, very.

You win. He chuckled. You ready?

Yep, let me get the cake. She kissed him and hurried to the kitchen. Don’t think I didn’t notice you changing the subject.

It looks delicious, he followed her into the kitchen, I bet it’ll taste good, too.

I’m not so sure but we’ll see tomorrow. She lifted a cover and pointed. did you see this?

Yeah, and thank you.

You’re welcome. We’ll have some when we get back. Where’s his car?

At the shop, I’ll drive you over to get it then you can lead the way to your dad’s. He lifted the cake taker while she gathered her purse and the rest of the stuff she needed.

Okay handsome, but I’m leaving the cake with you, so be careful. She led the way to the front door, stopping to turn on the alarm on their way out.

Yes ma’am.

Five minutes later he parked in front of one of the bays, and entered the garage side door, while she put the cake in the floorboard of the passenger side. A few moments later he pulled the sleek black sixty-seven Chevy Impala around the side of building and parked it. He hurried around the building to close the back bay door and returned to find her leaning against the black car grinning ear to ear.

What? he asked, dropping the keys into her open hand.

It just dawned on me, we christened the back seat of this car, she said laughing, and it’s my boss’s birthday gift.

"Now I’m definitely glad I had it detailed yesterday.

"Yeah, me too. And for the record he can never ever find out about that. She said. Ever. Agreed?"

Agreed. He leaned down for a kiss, let’s go, so we can get back for another kind of workout and a hot soak. He opened the door for her and waited until she was buckled in before hurrying to his car to follow her.

She pulled out of the parking lot and watched for him to follow as they drove to her dad’s house.

Her phone rang, hey handsome, you keeping up? she asked with a glance in her mirror.

Right behind you, he teased. So, babe you going to drive like a grandma all night or are you going to test that beauty?

Is that a challenge Mr. Jackson? she purred with a quick glance in the mirror.

Yes ma’am, I need to know how it performs under an expert hand.

Yeah right, just remember you said that, buster. Keep up if you can, she chanted and floored the accelerator, shooting ahead of him several car lengths. Yes! she shouted as she drove the five miles to her dad’s road, only slowing down for the turn.

Nice driving detective, he said, how’d it feel?

Like Dean is going to owe you big time for this car and I’ll be sure to remind him as often as I need to. It’s one badass car.

Glad to hear it, he glanced in his rearview then side mirrors. The truck he’d seen earlier truck turn out of the parking lot across from the garage and fall in line behind him was still there. It worried him considering the car was still following this far out though keeping a couple of car lengths distance. He pulled into the drive and through the gate before it closed as she drove up to the garage. While she parked the car inside the garage, he waited just inside the gate as it closed, so he could get a look at the driver.

Hey, everything okay? her voice came through the phone speaker.

Yeah, just making sure the gate closes.

Hunter? she said, what’s wrong? She backed the car in, being careful but she heard it in his voice that something was up. Putting it into park, she put the keys in the visor, she grabbed her purse and phone before hurrying out of the open garage. Makayla pushed the button to close the door, hiding the classic car in the dark. Hunter?

It’s okay honey, I’ll be there in a sec.

She turned to find him parking the blue Yenko Camaro SC behind her dad’s car as the older gentleman exited the house.

Hey you two, everything set?

Yeah, but I really expected you to be outside so you could see it.

I would’ve been but got a phone call. I knew you’d handle everything.

Okay old man, what’s up?

Dean is on his way over, apparently Gwen forgot to get some wine today and called to ask if I had a bottle. I told her to send him over so y’all got here just in time. She opened the passenger door to grab the cake holder.

I have his cake; I’m going to run and hide it inside.

He’s here, stick it in my car and I will take it in after he leaves. She grimaced at her dad as she set the container on the floorboard of the luxury sedan and shut it. How are you going to explain us being here?

Uh, I don’t know but you’d better come up with something quick. He shook hands with Hunter. Nice to see you again, sorry I missed seeing the car before it was parked.

I thought they lived next door? Hunter said as a Plymouth Barracuda stopped behind his car. Nice, where’d you get that?

It’s my wife’s pride and joy. The driver closed the door and patted the roof of the vehicle before leaning against it.

Spencer handed the detective a bottle of wine, here you go.

Thanks, I didn’t relish going into town to get something from the liquor store, he set the wine bottle inside the car.

Wow, so this is the famous ‘Cuda that got her in trouble, huh? Makayla said as she walked around it. Where was the money hidden?

You have no idea just how much trouble.

Trouble? Money? Hunter asked as he walked around the burgundy car, she sounded good just before you turned her off.

It’s a sweet ride. Dean admitted popping the hood for the mechanic and turned to her, how’d you hear about the car?

I’ve heard rumors, and she told me about it when we took munchkin up to Reelfoot after I got out of the hospital. She leaned against the Camaro.

So, what happened? Hunter asked as he checked the engine and the oil on the car.

Dean told the short version of the story and grinned at the expressions of his audience. You just thought you knew her.

For real, she and I are going to have a long talk soon. Seems she left out a few details.

Hey Dean, you keep this in a garage?

Yeah, why? he frowned at Hunter, something wrong with it?

No, I was just asking. You don’t find many of these in pristine condition so I figured you must keep it locked up.

It’s one of the reasons we bought the house next door. It has two garages and a carport. My wife even made sure we had the best security system made.

Makayla snorted, drawing the attention of all three men.

Something funny Brennan?

Yeah, all those years you lived in Memphis, and you get a security system out here, in the country where very little happens. She quirked a brow at him.

We had one there too, plus this car was stored on the Naval base in Millington in my parents’ garage.

I would think so, good place for it. She straightened and glanced around as a car passed. I guess we should go, we were just out driving around since it was a nice night.

Dean glanced back at the mechanic who was shutting the hood of the car, I was wondering what brought you out this way.

Well, it is my dad’s house, so there’s that. Makayla quipped, smirking at him.

True, well I’m going to get out of here, thanks for the wine Spencer.

You’re welcome, enjoy.

We’ve got to go, too. Hunter still has to work tomorrow morning. She said as she rounded the back of the Camaro. See you two later.

I’m guessing you’ll both be at this surprise party my wife is planning?

How’d you guess? Spencer stared the man in shock.

I’m a detective and I know my wife.

I warned you he’d figure it out, but no one takes me seriously.

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. Really? You expect me to believe you knew that I would figure it out?

She did and told me the other day you’d know something was up, her dad said shaking his head.

Actually Dad, I bet you he’d catch on, but you wouldn’t take the bet. She opened the passenger door, yes, we’ll be here but you have to act surprised. Gwen has worked hard on this so you can’t mess it up for her.

I know, I’ll see y’all tomorrow. Dean said with a chuckle and got behind the wheel.

See you tomorrow Dad, and don’t forget to take the cake inside since it’s not a surprise anymore. She hugged her father as they watched the Plymouth turn around in the driveway and leave. After saying their good-byes, they climbed in their car and followed him.

Did you really know he’d figure it out? Hunter finally asked once they were on the way home.

"Yeah, I know the man and I warned Colton would get suspicious of anyone holding a party anytime this month. Dad told him it was to welcome them to the area but like Dean said, he knows his wife. He was automatically suspicious. She studied him, what’s up?"

What do you mean? he asked giving her a side glance.

Hunter you’ve checked your mirrors a half a dozen times since we pulled out of the driveway, less than a half mile back and you’re only half paying attention to what I’m saying so, what’s up?

I’m sure it’s just my imagination but earlier tonight when I pulled out behind you, I thought I saw a truck pull out of the parking lot across from the garage. Didn’t think much about it until we turned onto your dad’s road. Now I think they’re behind us again.

She glanced in the side mirror, and saw the Toyota truck behind them, you’re sure that’s the same vehicle?

Fairly sure, but it’s harder to tell in the dark.

True, she leaned on the console between them. keep an eye them but you need to make sure you drive normally. We don’t want them to know you suspect them, or you to get pulled over for reckless driving. She stretched up and kissed his cheek. You did a great job on the Impala.

Thanks babe. He neared town, do we go home?

She checked her phone for the time, how about we ride over and get some dinner and ice cream from the drive-in restaurant in town that just opened?

That’s my girl. I am hungry and I’m guessing you want to see if they follow?

Yep, and hopefully get a closer look at the vehicle.

He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

The driver dialed their team leader’s phone.

What? Harold snapped when he answered.

Crap, the caller thought, they’re fighting again, yeah, y’all told me to call when I got a line on some cars.

Hang on, let me put you on speaker. Yeah, whatcha got? he asked.

Sixty-eight or sixty-nine Ford Mustang GT, Bullitt green.

Where?

At a farm off one of those gravel roads just outside of town.

Is that it? the man on the other end snapped.

No, I found several at one place but the main one is a late sixty or early seventy Yenko Camaro, might be a SC.

Okay, he said, hang on, The gruff man said.

Where are you? she demanded.

It was at a place called Jackson’s Garage.

No, stay away from there, she snarled.

Why?

Because I said so.

But…

Do you understand English?

Yes, but you didn’t let me finish.

Hear him out, Harold growled.

I don’t want them anywhere near there and you know why.

"Yeah, but you should listen to everything he has to say before you shut the conversation down."

Two

Fine, what other information do you have? Cynthia said through clenched teeth.

He repeated the information about the mustang. There were two cars, the late sixties early seventies Camaro…

Listen carefully, I said you stay away from Jackson’s garage, do you understand.

But they had several… the caller sputtered.

Yes, I’m sure they did but I’m serious, stay away from there.

But…but it’s like a gold mine there, he stuttered. also, whoever owns the Yenko delivered a late sixties Chevy Impala just outside of town, in the country.

What do you mean delivered? Harold asked.

I mean we followed them from the garage to a house outside of town and when they left it was in one car. I figured it must have been a delivery. He huffed out.

Probably belongs to a customer. She mused, who was driving the Camaro?

A young guy, late twenties, early thirties, and he was with some redhead. She drove the Impala.

Married?

I don’t know but they were kissing. Why don’t you want me to try for the Yenko?

Because I said so, I will check it out when I get to town tomorrow. She groaned. If I’m right, there are more than just those two.

But I found the car, he whined, and those weren’t the only two,

What else? Harold asked.

"Some man showed up in a sixty-eight or sixty-nine ‘Cuda.

Tell them about the house, the passenger said.

What’s he talking about?

There could be a problem.

Like what? Harold asked.

I don’t think either the ‘Cuda or the Impala will be easy to get if at all.

Why?

Because the house where the kid took the Chevy has some heavy-duty security. These people love their classic cars and the two we saw tonight, lock theirs up.

Damn, she paused, okay let me think. After a moment she continued. We’ll leave those alone for now. See if you can ask around and find out who they belong to.

Okay, but what if someone asks why I want to know?

Well, then tell them you’re a car enthusiast and looking to acquire a Cuda but you’re looking for a seventy or seventy-one. That way you won’t appear too interested or suspicious.

Got it. Anything else?

Where are you now? Harold asked.

In town, the couple left the house in the country and headed to a local drive-in restaurant for dinner and ice cream. He picked up the receipt he’d written the name of the garage on. I thought I would follow them and see where they live to get more info on the Camaro.

Get the address, but don’t go near the house or Jackson’s Garage, do you understand? she ordered.

Yeah, fine. What about the Bullitt?

Get it, wait, she paused and said something to her companion, Burt, where are you taking it?

I followed the normal protocol, found abandoned property further out. I think it used to be an old cotton gin and there’s a sturdy building still standing on it. From the looks of it, no one has been out here in several years. I’ve added new locks to it.

You made sure no one goes out there right? Is it far enough out that no one is going to notice people coming and going?

Yep, I made sure of it.

Good, grab the Mustang and stash it, and make sure no one sees you out there. We don’t need the cops snooping around.

I know what I’m doing, he snapped.

Watch your tone, she snarled. He’d been getting mouthy lately. Lose the attitude.

Yes ma’am.

Anything else? Harold ground out.

No sir, the man growled, to make sure I’ve got this right, you want us to grab the Bullitt and verify the address of the Camaro, right?

Yeah, even you can handle that. We’ll be in town tomorrow around lunch time. Where are y’all stayin’?

Motel six outside of town.

Okay, tomorrow find a rental, maybe a house or a double wide outside of town, we’re with the street racers, but we don’t want them figuring out how many there are of us in our crew. Harry and I are staying at the local motel, the rest of the team will bunk with y’all.

What do we tell the rental place?

You’re in town for a temporary job with the city and can’t afford staying in a hotel for that long.

Okay, anything else?

You know what to do, so do it. Remember what I said about the Yenko.

Stay away from it, he repeated her earlier words.

Now, go get the Bullitt. She hung up without saying good-bye.

The couple sat at one of the tables near the car as they waited for their order. "I can’t believe you only wanted a milkshake and fries," he teased her.

Salty and sweet, and you’d like it, she stole a quick kiss, as a girl approached them with their food. You ordered a seven course meal, she was laughing as he picked up the huge burger and took a bite. I’ll just bum a bite or two of it.

Okay I admit it, I’m hungry, we didn’t eat before we went to your dad’s and I did work up an appetite in the shower, he said around the mouthful of food. But I will share with you.

I know and I’m just teasing. She glanced around and leaned close, did you see where the truck pulled in across from where we’re parked?

He nodded and took another bite, he swallowed, they seemed to be watching us.

Can you read the plates on it?

No, they’re muddy, the first two letters are AF, but that’s all I can see.

I’ll see if I can run that with the make and model of it. That is an older Ford, right?

Late seventies, from what I can tell. He quirked a brow at her, don’t you mean you’ll get Danny to run them?

Maybe, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about, I went to the doctor this morning and she wants to see me one more time.

Everything okay? He frowned at her.

Yes, just waiting on some paperwork. Anyway, I stopped by the station to let Dean know and he asked me if I’d consider coming back on modified duty, starting Monday.

Didn’t Mark offer that to you?

Yeah, but Levine wanted me on desk duty, so he could control me. He knew if I was in uniform, he could send me to do stuff like write parking tickets or answer the phone, while basically keeping me away from the case and the track.

What are you going to do?

She watched his face. What do you think I should do?

Honey, I can’t tell you, it has to be your decision.

But it affects both of us, not just me.

How so?

It’ll affect how much time we get to spend together, some nights I might not get to come home if I’m working on a case. Granted that’s not too often in this small town, but it’s still possible.

He turned so he was straddling the bench like her, shoved his tray aside and took her hands, sweetheart, I’ll support you in whatever you decide, but this is your decision. I want you to know I’m proud of you, and proud to call you my girlfriend.

Thank you, she noticed his gaze was on something behind her, our friends still there?

I think they’re leaving, he shrugged, maybe they weren’t following us after all, he frowned.

Maybe, you done with that burger?

Yeah, now let’s go work it off, he waggled his brows at her."

Come on, Casanova, let’s go home and play.

I think we should let them grab it. That way it can’t be connected to you because you’re not in town right now. Harold demanded. Besides maybe it’s not even his.

Are you kidding me? Given the make and model I’m pretty sure it is either my son’s or my ex’s. Though I’m betting it’s Hunter’s.

Yeah, but either way, now is the time for the boys to grab it.

I said no. Look if we find out it’s a customer’s car then we’ll grab it. Deal? She glanced up at him. I’m betting the address he follows them to is my old house and I’m sure my ex still lives there, which means it’s likely my son does too. She flipped through the magazine she’d picked up at the store earlier. Until I know who the car belongs to, we aren’t touching it. No one messes with my family, and I don’t want anyone on the team to know about my past until I tell them. If I tell them. She closed the book and stared at him, "also, if anyone is going to take that car, it’s going to be me, especially if it belongs to my ex."

You don’t want to take it if it belongs to your kid?

No, I’d rather try to spirit my son away from that backwater town and get him to bring it with him. There could be more available thanks to him.

Like what?

Well, if my research is correct, he restores classic cars, and specializes in muscle cars. His database could provide us with all the cars we need.

Is that why we’re going to Mansford?

No, I didn’t know we were going until J.W. told us. He said it’s near where he’s from and it just also happens to be where I’m from, as well.

You really think they’re still there?

Oh yeah, you don’t know my ex, he’s totally a small-town kind of guy who was born and raised there. Sadly, our son is probably just like him.

You don’t think the kid got married or moved away.

No, he was still there a month ago, according to the paper. He’s been racing which is why I want to see if we can get him to be one of our drivers.

Cyn, we have enough drivers.

We can always use one more. He’s very good.

What kind of racing?

Stock car, drove a sixty-nine Dodge Challenger and won almost every race he was in.

Where was he racing?

There in town. Seems they built a track a decade ago, run by someone named Moore.

Wait, there’s a track in town? Does it have a drag strip?

Yeah, but not sure about the drag strip. The town closed it down after they stopped a drug ring operating out of it.

Wow, maybe we can get them to open it up since it would be safer to race there instead of on a local street.

Maybe, but J.W. will need to take care of that. Probably have to talk to the mayor to find out.

When do you want to leave?

Early in the morning, she said and tossed the book aside. Let’s get some sleep, I want to be on the road as early as possible. Mansford is at least five hours even with you driving.

The two men sat on a dirt path in the dark near the road they had followed the man in the Mustang to earlier in the day, after they got the address of the Camaro. He and Louis Eliot, one of the crew, were sitting down the road where they could still see the barn the man had parked the muscle car in. Now they were just waiting for the family in the house to go to bed for the night.

What are we going to do?

We’re going to do what we’re told, grab this car, and stash it then tomorrow we go find a rental to stay in. Maybe we can find two close together so we’re not so crowded.

Wonder why she didn’t want you to get the Camaro? I mean we could have one team doing this and one grabbing the other.

I don’t know but I’m going to find out… he smiled, and all without touching the car.

How?

Burt smiled at the driver. Cynthia is not the only one who know how to research things. Do you know why I’m on the team?

No, why?

Because I’m a computer genius and I can hack any computer. It’s why Harold hired me long before he hooked up with her. He and I are the brains behind this group, not her.

How long ago did you meet him?

Fifteen years ago, in prison. In fact, that’s where I learned how to hack. They’ve only been together maybe ten years.

So, why are you taking orders from Cynthia then?

Because she’s his old lady and he said we had to. Plus, she upped what he was paying us.

What’s the problem?

She’s got a lot of secrets. I’m willing to bet the Camaro and that house are two of them.

And that’s bad?

Secrets can come back and bite you in the ass.

You don’t think that couple saw us following them, do you?

Nah, they were distracted by each other, hell they’re probably screwing right now as we speak. Burt said. I know how to follow someone without being seen.

"How are you going to find out about her secrets?"

I have my ways, but first we get the Mustang. Okay, let’s do this, you drop me off at the road just past the house then stop just past the bridge and wait until I pass you. Make sure your lights are out when you stop so no one sees you.

Okay.

Burt jumped out, closed the door as quietly as possible and snuck up to the old barn where the older man had parked the car. Ten minutes later he drove it out, and down the road where he sped past his friend headed in the direction of the old gin they’d commandeered. As soon as he was past the other man he turned his lights on and waited for the man to do the same and follow.

He turned onto the road to the building, stopping only long enough to get out to unlock the door before driving it in, while his partner waited at the road. He parked the Mustang at the back of the building and locked it up before returning to the other car. Let’s go and drive back by that house to see if they’ve missed it.

Okay, but isn’t taking a chance?

Nope we’re just driving down the road.

Okie dokie. The driver backed out of the parking lot and turned the car back the way they’d come. The house and grounds were dark with the exception of the lone streetlamp at the back of the property. Back to the hotel?

Yeah, but let’s find a convenience store for some beer, first.

Hell yeah.

Saturday Morning

Cynthia checked the clock on her rental’s dashboard, eleven-forty. They’d left an hour earlier than planned. The young man grabbed a tool then rolled back under the truck he was working on in the front bay. He’d grown up handsome and looked like his father at that age. He slid out again when a burgundy Camaro whipped into the parking lot and stopped in front of the office. He smiled as the redhead climbed out with two bags. They talked and kissed for a moment before she ran one of the bags into the front of the garage. He disappeared in back while she was gone. A few moments later he met her beside the car, drying his hands. She couldn’t hear what they said but it was obvious they were a couple. She studied the young woman who held up the opened lone bag for him to check, as he wiped his hands on a rag. He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her before he pulled her into the building.

Hey sweetheart, what are you doing here? Hunter asked as he watched her approach with a bag in her hand.

I figured y’all might need lunch, even though it’s a short day. I know you were going to work until three and I wanted to see you. She walked into his embrace as he dipped his head to kiss her. Can you take a break Mr. Jackson?

For you, yes, let’s go. He guided her through the bay and hit the button to shut the bay door. In his office, he backed her against the closed door, trapping her between it and him, his hands on either side of her head.

Your lunch is going to get cold buster. She shook the bag for emphasis.

That’s why we have a microwave, and I’d rather have you. He picked her up and carried her to his desk.

After you eat… she chided with a smirk.

He sat her on the desk and then sat in the chair. So, what brings you by.

Are you okay? she asked.

Yeah, why? He took a bite of the burger.

Because we had this conversation not five minutes ago.

Oh yeah, sorry. He set the food down and took a drink of the soda sitting on his desk.

Hunter, what’s wrong?

Is this an official interrogation detective? He took another bite and chewed as one hand ran up her leg.

Do you want it to be? She crossed her legs, putting an end to his fun for a moment. Now spill.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that you’re being watched?

Yeah, but I’m a cop and I’m suspicious of everybody. Why?

I’ve felt like someone is staring a hole through me but when I check the area, there’s no one ‘actively’ staring at me, that I can see.

When did it start?

Earlier today but after Friday, I’ve been keeping my eyes open for that truck. Hell, I’ve been half expecting to see it but didn’t.

Well, don’t dismiss it, just because you can’t see the person, doesn’t mean there’s no one there. She leaned over and squeezed his arm. Keep an eye on the area and let me know if you see anyone strange…er, stranger than usual. She bit her lip, there is another reason I stopped by.

Oh yeah, he ran a hand up under her dress. what’s that detective?

Thought you might be up for a quickie.

I don’t know, I prefer our long slow love making sessions, but…

She slid off the desk to stand in front of him, his hand still inching up between her legs. But nothing buster, I need sex and you did lock the door.

Yes, I did, he turned her to face the desk, leaned over her back as he shoved his coveralls down, and I love when you come to the office for a quickie.

She arched up when he entered her from behind, me too, she gasped as he hammered into her, kissing her neck as he pushed them further and further to their climax. He let out a rough shout as he came inside her, resting his forehead against the back of her head as they recovered. Damn Jackson, you don’t disappoint.

He pulled out and cleaned up as she straightened up. He redressed. Like I said I love when you come see me at work. He dropped into his chair and finished his burger.

And I needed the distraction. She sauntered over to the door. Finish eating, I’m going to the ladies room.

Don’t take too long, he said as he watched her leave.

The woman frowned as she watched them disappear into the garage, I wonder if your dad knows you’re slacking off with some slut while at work young man? she muttered under her breath. You’d better hope he doesn’t come in and catch you. She continued as her phone rang. What? she snapped.

Where are you?

I’m doing some recon, what’s up?

You left as soon as we got to the hotel.

Yeah, well we wanted to know who owned the Yenko, right?

You said you knew who it was, he accused. Do you…are you’re sitting outside your ex-husband’s garage?

Yes, and I’m staring at my new late sixties burgundy Camaro. She cooed, switching her attention to the red classic muscle car, it’s a beauty.

You’re not going to try to get it in broad daylight, are you?

Of course not, the owner’s too close, but I’m going to run the tags and find out who it’s registered to. We may shoot for it later in the week. We have to space things out. Right now, I’m going inside the convenience store for a drink then watch until my son goes home and follow him. I want to know if he’s still living with his father or has his own place.

I thought Burt gave you the address where he followed the car to.

Yeah, but I want to see it for myself. He could’ve gone to a girls and stayed the night, she lied. No need to tell her boyfriend she had recognized the address.

True, but why didn’t he say anything about a red Camaro? I mean if it was her house wouldn’t he have seen the red one?

Maybe it was in the garage, or he was too focused on the Yenko. He’s not the most reliable.

He’s plenty reliable and he has a good eye. The man countered. He found more than those two.

Whatever, she mumbled watching the garage, waiting for the couple to return to the front where he’d been working.

There was a moment of silence on his end. Alright, when are you going to be back here?

I don’t know, why?

J.W. wants to have a meeting at five.

I’ll be back by then. She hung up and climbed out of her car. With one final glance toward the garage across the street, she crossed the parking lot to the store.

Lauren stood and stretched; she’d finished her lunch while writing her final thesis. A senior in college she was happy she was so close to graduation. She smiled as she watched her boss walk his girlfriend to her car and start it for her. That boy is such a sap, she said aloud. She scanned the area out front, but nothing seemed out of place.

Outside, Hunter kissed Makayla while the car cooled off, so what’s on your agenda for the rest of the afternoon?

I’ve got to run to the store for a couple of things for the party then I’m going to make some dip and veggies. When you get home, we’ll get a shower and head to dad’s. I’m glad we took the Impala out last night. Even though Dean knows about the party, I want to see his face when he sees the car.

Think he’ll like it?

Relax, he’ll love it. She opened the car door, kissed him, and got inside. Get back to work Jackson so you can get home. She rolled down the window and laughed when he stuck his head in for a good-bye kiss.

See you soon beautiful. He backed up so she could leave then went back to work.

She’d reached her car as the couple exited the garage across the street, she hurried to get inside before they spotted her. He opened the muscle car, sat down to start it before getting back out. She rolled her eyes at the couple making out in front of the garage. If I were in charge of that place, there’d be no visits from side pieces and definitely no office sex allowed. I’d bet that’s what you two were doing, she said as she glanced around the area waiting for the couple to be done.

She dialed the number she’d stored in her phone for the garage.

Jackson’s garage, the young woman answered, how may I help you?

What are your hours today?

We close at three today, did you need to schedule an appointment?

No thank you, I’ll check back on Monday. I do appreciate your help though. She hung up and checked the clock on the dash, twelve thirty. Took you an hour to have sex, she must not be very good. The blonde mused as the woman backed her car out of the lot and disappeared down the street, it’s about time. Good riddance. She watched the direction the red car took but stayed where she was as she watched her son crossed to the front of the garage.

Hunter entered the office, hey, why don’t you knock off for the rest of the day and go do something fun.

Like what?

Go see Adam, if you leave now you could be in Nashville by four at the latest.

Did he call you?

No, why?

She smiled at him, he did ask me to come for the weekend.

Well, what are you waiting for?

What about my mom?

Lauren, she’s a big girl, she can take of herself. I saw her the other day and she was doing really good but if you’re worried, I’ll check on her.

I’d appreciate it. She gathered her purse and backpack to leave.

You need to head home and pack, tell Adam hi from us. He said. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your mom.

I will and thanks boss. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. See you on Monday. She was almost out the door but stopped. Some woman called and asked what our hours were today.

You told her we close at three, right?

Of course, but she said something about calling back on Monday.

Good, more business. Now go, have fun. He waved her out and locked the front door. He needed to finish that oil change so the owner could come get the car on Monday. He dropped down into the chair his manager had vacated and stared out across the road. There was