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"Gobbles is trapped on
the second deck of the sixty-nine hauler and wants us to rescue him.”
“Darlin’, you’ve had too
much beer.”
“I’m serious! He’s involved
in something bad. It has to do with Ray Huevo and two guys who look like
goons-in-suits. He said he crawled into the truck to hide and got locked
in.”
“And he didn’t bang on the
side of the truck and yell because…”
“He’s scared.”
We both turned at the sound
of the hauler slowly rumbling down the road past the motor coach.
“We have to get him out,” I
said to Hooker. “I don’t know what this is about, but he really sounded
panicked. And he said something weird on the roof. He said Clay was
intentionally run down.”
“Sounds to me like Gobbles
has been watching too many Sopranos reruns.”
“I had the same thought, but
it doesn’t matter because the problem at hand is that he’s trapped in
Spanky’s hauler.”
“Never let it be said that I
walked away from a friend in need,” Hooker said. He shoved off the
couch, crossed to the little built-in desk on the other side of the
room, and took a gun out of the desk drawer.
“I’m a rootin’, tootin’,
shootin’ Texan,” he said. “And I’m going to rescue my good buddy
Gobbles.”
“Oh boy.”
“Not to worry. I know what
I’m doing.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“If you’re referring to that
incident with the condom, it wasn’t my fault. It was too small, and it
was a slippery little devil. And anyway, it was defective. It had a big
hole in it.”
“You did that with your thumb.”
Hooker grinned at me. “I was
in a hurry.”
“I remember.”
“Anyway, I knew what I was
doing most of the time.”
“I remember that too. How
are we going to manage this?”
“I guess the easiest way is
to follow the truck and wait for the drivers to take a rest break. We
only need five minutes to plug in the remote and open the back enough
for Gobbles to get out.”
“It’s too bad we don’t have
ski masks or something. Just in case.”
“I haven’t got any ski
masks, but we can put my Calvin briefs over our heads and cut eyeholes
in the ass.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll look
forward to that.”
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