obsolescence. of course. Trouble being they sometimes guessed wrong, the obsolescence progressed too quickly, and then he or someone was picking bits of people out of the wreckage.
Not this one, though. A last-month's model, red and gold.
Driver sort of nervy . . Wonder if he's disconnected his governor. Sort of thing the guy who buys a Banshee might do. Easy to short the governor circuits on one of these. Not a bad idea to have him lift the hood, take a quick squint.
He snapped back the visor of his helmet and strode towards the car.
Rollins rubbed sweaty palms inconspicuously on the sides of his thighs. "Morning officer!" he exclaimed, and damned his voice for skating up towards the treble.
The patrolman gave a neutral nod. Rollins told himself he couldn't possibly have seen the disreputable passenger, and whatever was bothering him with luck he'd guess wrong and be away before Danty emerged from the washroom. In fact it might be a good idea to get back on the road without Danty, if he could. What in the world could have possessed him to stop for a free-lifter? And a reb at that, more than likely!
The gas-pipe withdrew to its hook. A cash-drawer shot out of the side of the pump within easy reach of him. But he was so intent on the patrolman that at first he didn't notice, and the attendant had to parp on his hooter.
Damnation. Now the pig will know I'm rattled. He fumbled a credit card from his pocket and laid it in the tray. The patrolman followed every move, ,and when the drawer had clicked shut he said, "Mind lifting your hood, mister?"
"Uh . . .° Well, there was no help for it. He flipped the release and the hood ascended three feet on lazy-tongs mountings. sighing. Look, officer, l have a clean license ten years old, everyone eases the governor control a bit, it's not as though 1'd been in an accident ....
But the patrolman only glanced at the engine, nodded, and made to turn away. Rollins exhaled gratefully.
Must have thought the governor was cut out completely. Who but a damned fool-?
And Danty re-appeared.
He'd washed, and wiped the stubble of beard from his chin with Depilide, but even so he didn't match a brand-new Banshee. And here he was opening the passenger door. You could almost hear the tumblers clicking in the pig's head, like a fruit machine.
"Hah!" he said after a tense pause. "Let's see your redbook, you!"
Danty shrugged, unzipped his hip-pocket, and held out his red-covered identity papers. The silence stretched as the patrolman seemed to be reading every single word. Finally Rollins could bear it no longer.
"Is something wrong, officer?"
The cop didn't glance up. He said, "Friend of yours, mister?"
"Sure! Of course he is!"
"Tell me more." The machine-like helmet still bent over the redbook.
"Uh . . ." Rollins' mind reacted. "Why, Danty's from Cowville. Close to where I live. We just been night-riding a bit, that's all."
Though if he asks what this radiated reb's other name is . I
The patrolman slapped shut and returned the redbook. "Okay," was all he said, but under his voice, clear as shouting, he was adding: So, a couple fruits most likely. I should arrest that kind on suspicion? 1'd be at it all dory. Anyway, they'd jump bail and head for a state where it's allowed.
Frantically Rollins started the engine again, eager to get away from here.
"Your credit card," Danty said, and pointed. Rollins snarled, snatched it from the cash-drawer, and trod on the gas. Danty was amused to see that he must have worked out what the pig was thinking. He was blushing scarlet clear down to his collar.
Behind them, Patrolman Clough made a routine entry in his tape-recorded log. But, two or three minutes later, as he was emerging from the men's room, a car howled past at far above the legal limit, and he scrambled back on his racer and took out after it, yelling for assistance on his radio. In the excitement of the
Not this one, though. A last-month's model, red and gold.
Driver sort of nervy . . Wonder if he's disconnected his governor. Sort of thing the guy who buys a Banshee might do. Easy to short the governor circuits on one of these. Not a bad idea to have him lift the hood, take a quick squint.
He snapped back the visor of his helmet and strode towards the car.
Rollins rubbed sweaty palms inconspicuously on the sides of his thighs. "Morning officer!" he exclaimed, and damned his voice for skating up towards the treble.
The patrolman gave a neutral nod. Rollins told himself he couldn't possibly have seen the disreputable passenger, and whatever was bothering him with luck he'd guess wrong and be away before Danty emerged from the washroom. In fact it might be a good idea to get back on the road without Danty, if he could. What in the world could have possessed him to stop for a free-lifter? And a reb at that, more than likely!
The gas-pipe withdrew to its hook. A cash-drawer shot out of the side of the pump within easy reach of him. But he was so intent on the patrolman that at first he didn't notice, and the attendant had to parp on his hooter.
Damnation. Now the pig will know I'm rattled. He fumbled a credit card from his pocket and laid it in the tray. The patrolman followed every move, ,and when the drawer had clicked shut he said, "Mind lifting your hood, mister?"
"Uh . . .° Well, there was no help for it. He flipped the release and the hood ascended three feet on lazy-tongs mountings. sighing. Look, officer, l have a clean license ten years old, everyone eases the governor control a bit, it's not as though 1'd been in an accident ....
But the patrolman only glanced at the engine, nodded, and made to turn away. Rollins exhaled gratefully.
Must have thought the governor was cut out completely. Who but a damned fool-?
And Danty re-appeared.
He'd washed, and wiped the stubble of beard from his chin with Depilide, but even so he didn't match a brand-new Banshee. And here he was opening the passenger door. You could almost hear the tumblers clicking in the pig's head, like a fruit machine.
"Hah!" he said after a tense pause. "Let's see your redbook, you!"
Danty shrugged, unzipped his hip-pocket, and held out his red-covered identity papers. The silence stretched as the patrolman seemed to be reading every single word. Finally Rollins could bear it no longer.
"Is something wrong, officer?"
The cop didn't glance up. He said, "Friend of yours, mister?"
"Sure! Of course he is!"
"Tell me more." The machine-like helmet still bent over the redbook.
"Uh . . ." Rollins' mind reacted. "Why, Danty's from Cowville. Close to where I live. We just been night-riding a bit, that's all."
Though if he asks what this radiated reb's other name is . I
The patrolman slapped shut and returned the redbook. "Okay," was all he said, but under his voice, clear as shouting, he was adding: So, a couple fruits most likely. I should arrest that kind on suspicion? 1'd be at it all dory. Anyway, they'd jump bail and head for a state where it's allowed.
Frantically Rollins started the engine again, eager to get away from here.
"Your credit card," Danty said, and pointed. Rollins snarled, snatched it from the cash-drawer, and trod on the gas. Danty was amused to see that he must have worked out what the pig was thinking. He was blushing scarlet clear down to his collar.
Behind them, Patrolman Clough made a routine entry in his tape-recorded log. But, two or three minutes later, as he was emerging from the men's room, a car howled past at far above the legal limit, and he scrambled back on his racer and took out after it, yelling for assistance on his radio. In the excitement of the
Similar Books
McMansion
Justin Scott
I'm Glad I Did
Cynthia Weil
Deadly Call
Martha Bourke
Icy Betrayal
David Keith
Fall of a Philanderer
Carola Dunn
The Apogee - Byzantium 02
John Julius Norwich
Bloodstream
Tess Gerritsen
Goodbye Soldier
Spike Milligan
Pohlstars
Frederik Pohl
Hugh Corbett 06 - Murder Wears a Cowl
Paul Doherty