Bike Mechanic: 9 Trouble

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9.  Trouble

Seward’s search results generated hundreds of entries for emergency plumbers, and only three for Jed’s. Each of those entries were for speculative websites that claimed to monitor the movements of several Federal agencies. Before Seward panicked, he refined his search to include Minnesota. Again, his results only generated speculative websites. Now, Seward thought it was likely that who ever was in the van was on to his searches and knew that he  knew that Jed’s Emergency Plumbing was a front.

           

Instead of panicking, which was what he really wanted to do right now, he pulled out a blank work order stated making two lists: 1) Pros, 2) cons, for helping Inez. It was soon obvious what his next course of action should require of him. He should walk out side, cross the street, and knock on the side of the van. He should give Inez up. His work in the community was worth more than the affections of a beautiful woman.

           

What the fuck am I doing, Seward thought as he crumpled up the work order. She needs my help.

           

Seward walked back to the spare room. Before he knocked, his imagination got away from him. He saw her naked, but before he could explore her curves with his mind’s eye, the door opened.

           

Inez stood in the doorway. She was wearing one of his blue work shirts. The half-rusted half-sparking new crank-and-gear logo rested above her left breast. She had left the top four buttons unfastened, and her tan legs were bare. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

           

Seeing Inez in one of his work shirts was better than anything he had started to imagine. Struggling to keep his composure, he asked, “Umm…yeah. Do you know by chance if you were followed?” He lifted his arm to point to the front of the store. “Because I’m fairly certain that the Feds are parked out front.”

           

Inez’s eyes popped open. She looked a like deer caught in headlights, panicked, defenseless, and unable to move. She managed to squeak out, “Help me.”