Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Gunner POV

Cora was giggling and sometimes screaming out ‘yes‘ as we took some tight corners. I think she forgot that I could sometimes hear every word she was saying. My Babe is a speed freak, loving the deep corners. It was a perfect run; even the sun rising made a picture–perfect rise in the sky. I couldn’t ask for any better for her first longer ride. Not the longest she will have on my bike if I have my way, but a good

start.

We made it to our destination in good time, and Cora pulled out her phone to let Hacker know we had arrived, and found a tree to sit under and watch what was happening on her phone, talking with Hacker on speaker.

“I see the drone now. Okay, here comes a white van, driving past now.” I called

“Got it, two–second delay, we can work with that. I will scout around and see what’s out there, any houses or camper sites that have people camping, basic recon, get the layout, for later.” I left the two of them

working on the drone and looked around. We were getting close to dinner and needed somewhere to

sleep.

“Gunner, there’s a place out back for camping. The manager has given us permission to camp overnight, as long as we aren’t rowdy. I don’t think that will be a problem tonight. Plus, you might want to talk to him quietly. I think he can give you more information about what travels through this area. You mentioned we might be looking for someone who uses this road a lot.” Carnage after getting something to drink.

“Good work, we need to fill our tanks, pick a spot for the night, then get some food. Cora’s busy with Hacker, going over the area, using the drone, thinks she will be busy for a while, because Hacker wants to view it with what’s left of the light and experiment a bit, using night vision.”

“When I set up, can you watch Cora? Then do a short search around the place, trails, and easy access places where a quad or dirt bike has left recent tracks.” This is what we could do: investigate whether the person parked there for a while, used this area as a base, left his or her truck or van there safely, and then rode into the trees. No one would question someone taking a break from driving. It happens often. They might even leave the vehicle there and camp overnight in the trees to target the next day, then ride back. Loads of ideas had been spoken about, and all were feasible.

After filling the tank and paying, I moved the bike, found a nice flat spot just outside the service station’s lights, set up the bedroll and bag, before returning to the shop, to order some dinner, and talk to the manager, see how chatty he is, have asked the guys to do the same with other staff members, talking general, don’t make it sound like we are investigating anyone, and raise suspicion.

The food looked appetising, and the staff appeared to be friendly, the café warm, a very inviting place for a

stopover.

“May I order the roast chicken and vegetables, and eat it outside?”

Chapter nes

*25 Points

“Of course, we have tables outside, just the one?” the young, giggling girl asked, twirling her finger through a strand of hair, trying to flirt but failing badly; she was far too young even to consider interesting.

“Two, please, my girlfriend’s outside resting, two teas too.” Her face dropped the flirting act and became the server she should have been: paid and waiting for the food, looking around for the manager, who was working nearby.

“Sir, may I talk to you for a moment?” He looked up, then past me at the girl, then back.

“Is she flirting again?”

“That’s not why I want to talk.” He nodded for me to go on.

“Have you heard about the shooter who targets vehicle tyres?” I asked carefully, watching his face for a sign.

“Who hasn’t? I have had several people come in asking for tyre repairs. Heard there had been deaths too; they need to be stopped.” Music in my ears, hearing him say that, and his tone of voice and change of stance say he was genuine.

“Yes, we lost a member, and one is in the hospital, and my girlfriend lost her stepbrother, too. We are

searching for clues as to who is doing this. It’s across four towns so far, that we know of.”

“Who do you think is doing this?”

“Part of why we’re here, actually, asking questions, like when do you get deliveries here, and do some drivers stay overnight? Need to keep delivery drivers safe so they can keep towns stocked. Have heard many truck drivers on the CB warning of shooters.”

“Yes, a lot have stopped getting a Tyre changed.”

“Any regulars that stay the night?”

“One, he arrives, stays two nights and leaves, does that every fortnight, he’s due next week. Nice quiet guy.” I continued to talk to the manager, finding out what he drives, and if he delivers there or stops at a rest spot. Turns out he supplied the service station, the oils, batteries, and that side of things, and with the shootings, the tyre repair kits had grown too. Something he was not proud of saying, he would rather not be selling any of those. We now had a company name, the type of delivery van, and, yes, he has a dirt bike on the back of his van, which he often rides during his two–night stay, and I didn’t even ask that question.

“You catch that person, and fast, too many deaths and injuries for my liking. I am too scared to leave the service station and worry when the staff leave and don’t rest till they return.” He felt trapped in his own home, and I wondered how many other service stations and cafés felt the same way.

The call came that my dinner was ready, and I left the manager with promises to catch up again soon and to keep his eyes and ears open. The food looked good, so I took it outside, finding Cora exactly where I’d left her, with Loser to the left and Carnage a little farther away, watching the passing traffic. This road was busier than I had thought it would be, with many opting for the scenic route, rather than the direct highway.

Chanter nuh

Cera looked up as I came closer.

“Dinner time, go have yours, will call you later,” Cora said goodbye to Hacker, and hung up.

“Want to eat here, or at that table?” I nodded to a table not that far away.

“Table.” She got up, with ease, and dusted off her jeans before walking beside me.

We sat and ate, the others joining us.

425 Points.

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