the nondescript man sat on a bench beside the Ben & Jerry's concession at the far end of Redondo Beach.
in anticipation of a major pay day he had splashed out on a 2 litre tub of Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie: Ginger Ice Cream with a Fudge Swirl.
as the strange flavors assaulted his taste buds he was distracted from his normal heightened state of paranoid surveillance.
At that moment a little girl ran up to him in tears. "There is a cat up there mister... on that toy helicopter... please help !"
The girl's mother, an attractive Puerto Rican lady, rushed up and apologised. "Now Consuela don't go bothering folks. We must tell a policeman about the cat"
the nondescript man suddenly became aware that his fawn sports coat had fallen open while he was spooning the odd ice cream into his face. his snub nosed Uzi was clearly visible... and the little girl's mother had seen it...
Twenty miles to the South Fuchs was trying to keep her powerful AC Cobra on the centre line of the Pacific Highway. Santa Monica was far behind them... ahead lay the treacherous curves of the Big Sur section before they could reach the imperilled hovering pussy at Redondo.
Fuchs was an experienced driver, maintaining a feather light touch on the contrals even at the highly illegal speeds she was laying down as they roared North.
When she was a skinny 12 year old she had loved to take her Daddy's battered Oldsmobile out on the blacktop levee back of Baton Rouge. Sheriff Duane Hackenbacker knew all about this badness but did not bust her scrawny ass. Hell no, her Pa was always at the Friday poker night at the Sheriff's office and was godfather to eight of Duane's children.
Today she had a passenger... her boss and sometime lover Jefferson DIme. His wicker basket was snugly wedged into the gap where Fuchs had removed the passenger seat.
Dime used the auditory command system to play his favorite country song:
"Command. CD. Dolly. Jolene" he barked at the high tech equipment. Lights flashed and servo motors clicked. After a few second the familiar strains of Jolene. The song was ranked No. 217 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of "the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time" in 2004.
"Jolene" tells the tale of a woman confronting Jolene, a stunningly beautiful woman, who she believes is trying to steal away her lover and begging her "please don't take my man." Throughout the song, the woman implores Jolene "please don't take him just because you can". According to Parton, the song was inspired by a red-headed bank clerk who flirted with her husband Carl Dean at his local bank branch around the time they were newly married.
The song has sold 214,279 digital copies in the UK as of July 2014.
Dime had long since given up trying to tell Fuchs to drive at normal speeds. Instead he closed his eyes and hummed to the inspiring melody of Dolly's crowdpleaser.
The sun was low in the sky as Fuchs and Dime thundered up from San Simeon into the picturesque Santa Lucia mountains. Fuchs hurled the mighty AC Cobra through the notorious hairpin bends with a natural grace and nonchalance. Her hennaed hair was barely retained by her silk Hermès scarf with the Eiffel tower motif.
After ten minutes or so the road descended to the coast once more and they left the rugged mountains behind. On their right was the magnificent Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park with its densely packed pine trees which lavished a heady resin perfume on the crime busters as they sped north at 100 miles per hour.
To the Whitehouse: A Jefferson Dime thriller PART 4
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