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Strangers in the Night

Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 18

To say Wendy was ecstatic about the boats is an understatement.

"I LOVE sailing. Before momma died we went all the time. Daddy ... both of them ... has this inner ear problem ... do NOT put a blindfold on him and spin him around. It won't be pretty ... depending on what he had for dinner. See food seafood is disgusting.

"You weren't here when the two of you rolled and endoed when you were racing. It was very messy. You did know you have a weak stomach ... blood is the worst."

"Let's go look at boats ... do I have any money?" I asked. "I mean money I can access if need be?"

"In American dollars? A couple of million," she said. "Why?"

"My wanter is pretty bad when it comes to boats," I said. "Come to think it ... airplanes and guns are right up there."

"You shoot?"

"Olympic grade ... can't ski worth a shit though."

"Well, well, well ... me too ... except I ski." She paused, then, "Boats ... boats ... Hangontie 48. Go ... You're not going?"

"What is Hangontie 48 ... and where is it?"

"48 Hangontie Street ... harbor ... that a way," she pointed in a direction I had come to recognize as leading to the sea. "Come on ... stick your foot in it. 90 Right on Autotehtaankatu ... go go go... 90 Right Kalannintie ... straight through ... Laivanrakentajantie ... right, immediate tight circle left to Rantakatu ... right on Hepokarintie ... right on Telakkatie, first right follow it around sweep left." She opened the glovebox and pushed a button. " ... right ... through the trees ... NOW, left on the pavement, left at the drive ... oh good ... the gate still works ... there it is. Hangontie 48. Nice jump ... and you stopped in time."

She pressed the button again and I heard squealing tires. Evidently ... the gate closed.

"What do I say to the cops?" I stuck my thumb over my shoulder.

"Shit!" Wendy exclaimed, "Stay in the car ... I'll handle it."

I listened through the window.

"What do you know ... Miss Valmaat ... in Mrs. Valmaat's WRC Citroen ... and David Valmaat driving. This must be my lucky day."

"You know we never exceeded 54 miles per hour." Wendy explained. You can check the black box."

"Yes, yes, yes... 54 miles an hour ... you also never went under 50. In fact, if we do check the box ... you have set a record from the factory to here.

 
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