Gold mine massacre chapter 1

Grinning like an idiot, I set the amp to her favorite cd, one I remixed just for the amp with four 12s and her overly tuned in ears. She liked Etta James, Susan Tedeskee and Bonnie Rait and the like. The first note put a hint of a smile on her face and a quick look of approval before she turned back to the window to jam in her own little world, so I knew I could get away with crankin it up one more notch. As the four 12s and eight speakers were boomin I flipped the header gate switch to complete my taste in music, she didn't respond, she was too much into the rhythm and blues boogie woogie. Or was counting trees, or saw a rabbit. Cracking another beer and settling back in for the ride I noticed my foot and the six speed Allison transmission snuck us up to 130mph, since there was no traffic I hit cruise and we went with it. All the detection screens were bored silly but if the luggage tote on the roof which was actually radar and an assortment of ir, sound and ping sensors picked anything up the computer would automatically make us half assed legal again.

I thought about the gold mine Sorry and I bought into, neither of us knowing what we were getting into but agreeing we need the change. Not seeing Muk Muk for years but instantly answering his email proposal to the affirmative without knowing any details and not luring him into the desperate hard sell I always got a kick out of teasing him into must have blown his mind. He`s got to remember how slow and lazy I am thinking back to the jokes he used to make about me like, "Rico is so lazy he can`t dig his own foxhole". I glanced at Sorry who just hit the replay button on a Billie Holliday song, never shoulda showed her that button I mused, but thankful she didn t like opera. I turned my feeble mind to Kiko, the third partner in the Red Devil gold mine that now belonged to three very different people. I haven't  met the widow but her and Muk were long time friends that occasionally partnered in lucrative business ventures. Now that her husband was killed in one of the middle east wars, she was ready to sell her dojo and leave LA. Scott was also a detective with the LAPD, and a decent pilot, but with a shitload of `sams` on your six even luck can run out. Muk says she`s 40 going on twenty and a master in martial arts as well as an accomplished artist. Sounds like someone likes to stay busy.

Note: I am not a writer, didn`t even finish school, choosing to go to work instead. This book that I feverishly wrote for three days steady came about during some bizarre circumstances in the darkest days of my life, not wanting to, or even able to complete the publishing process I guess I will just post it here for shits and giggles. Hope nobody gets offended but instead gets a laugh or smile. I love reading and research and there are some great story's steemers are sharing, thank you all for that.