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For the next few days, the short story Best Served Cold will be free on Amazon for your kindle.

Bam. Two birds. One really odd, cruel, messed up expression.

Anyway, here’s a sample, and here’s the link. Hope you enjoy it. Remember, us indie authors live on bread that comes for free in restaurants, and reviews. Just saying…

Best Served Cold, Free 6/4-6/6, 2015 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00JFK9C3W

“It is in your absolute best interest to stop this vehicle now.”

Gene fell to a fit of hysterical laughter, coming out of it in a snort. “You want us to leave you out here? I thought you wanted a ride. That’s what we’re doing babe. We’re giving you a ride. You’ll like it. You’ll see. Just a little farther and…”

Her voice interrupted him like a ball bat shattering a glass pane. “Did you ever consider why I was alone in the middle of nowhere? Did you see my car on your way down the road?” Her eyelids rose slowly, angling a black glare at him from the tops of her coin sized pupils. “Do you understand how much trouble you’re in right now?”

Graham hesitated, the truck slowing down. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Gene was still grinning, unfazed. “She’s trying to freak us out. Ignore it. We ain’t the ones in trouble.”

His ego cued fate. Twin circles of light suddenly appeared in his rearview mirror.

“Who the fuck is out here right now?” For the first time, Gene showed signs of alarm. They were nowhere now. There wasn’t a reason he could think of for someone else to join them.

“I don’t know man. They’re coming up fast though.” Graham dipped his toes into the gas pedal, urging the old beast to move faster.

He eyed the girl, who now sat absolutely still and silent. He could have sworn he saw her smile. Now his imagination was getting to him. They shouldn’t have done this. Just because they’d gotten away with it before didn’t mean they were safe. The beer was wearing off. His head cleared, and with each breath he felt less intoxicated and more disturbed. This girl wasn’t like the last one. She wasn’t so young and naïve; a runaway no one would miss. She knew what they were planning on doing. She was trying to get under their skin. Now someone followed them, and Graham’s heart palpitated like the bass drum in the song that played through crackling speakers.

“Man can’t you go faster?” Gene stared over his shoulder at the advancing lights. Terry was facing away from the cab now, watching the vehicle that gained on them.

“I’m fucking trying. Besides, idiot, where are we supposed to go? It’s not like we can hide. They know we’re in front of them.” Graham watched the speedometer needle shake violently.

“Maybe it’s just some asshole from town screwing with us.” Gene began to convince himself, all the while alternating the purchase of his gaze from the girl’s legs to the dual beams behind them. Even now his mind refused to give up the idea.

It’s strange how such a simple thing can change the way you look at what you’re used to. Both brothers felt their amusement disintegrate, red and blue, alternating, illuminating the entire empty field before them without escape and washing the truck in instant guilt. This was no longer a game. This was no longer fun. There was no way they would be able to outrun this mistake. Graham glanced solemnly at his brother. Gene nodded. The truck began to slow as the red and blues overtook the gap.

Terry wiped at the dirt in his eyes and felt the knot in his stomach tighten. He cursed at himself for his choices in life, mostly the ones he made in friends. He knew Graham and Gene were trouble makers, Gene more so than his younger brother. He’d heard the brothers make jokes about their “dishes”, but put it out of his mind along with their usual bragging. This time he was going to jail right along with them. From the cab of the truck, Kary slowly turned her head to face Terry, barely moving her shoulders. Neither brother noticed, intent on the cop car now pulling to a stop behind them. Her full lips moved like honey, mouthing one word to Terry through the glass.

“Run.”