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I-40, Wire to Wire
I-40, Wire to Wire
I-40, Wire to Wire
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I-40, Wire to Wire

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A high-end burglary outfit finds out where a long-lost, multi-million-dollar Faberge' egg is being housed. Once the imperial egg is seized, it must go all the way from the Atlantic coast of southeastern North Carolina to the Mojave Desert in southern California. An eccentric waitress is encountered along the way, and puts an insidious monkey wrench into one 30-something male's best-laid plan in film-noir-esque fashion.

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PG-13-rated (some foul language).

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMike Bozart
Release dateSep 25, 2018
ISBN9780463105504
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    I-40, Wire to Wire - Mike Bozart

    I got it! the 34-year-old, goateed, sandy-blonde-haired Caucasian American exclaimed into his cell phone as he motored northward away from Wilmington (NC) on a cool, fog-in-patches April (2015) morning. It’s in the trunk. Why, I’m sure it is. Bet it’s under the spare tire. Sweet! Already got a blip on my map. Perfect.

    Great! Any issues last night on Figure Eight, [Island] Cliff? a middle-aged, male, Amerasian voice asked.

    None whatsoever, Turk. That beachfront house – or, I should say mansion – was vacant and the alarm system was indeed deactivated just as you said. The forty-yard [approximately 37 meters] swim across Mason Inlet in a black wetsuit was a piece of cake, even on the return leg with the floating case. I hit it right at slack tide – no current to speak of. My total out-and-back time: fifty-five minutes. Never saw a soul. Slept like a baby at Shell Island Resort. [on Wrightsville Beach Island] No nightmares. Excellent. Most excellent.

    That’s great to hear. Ok, where are you right now? 4:02. [AM] Add three hours. So, it’s 7:02 where he is. I guess the sun is already up there. / I’m sure that he wants to know.

    I just passed Exit 420. What an exit number, huh, Turk?

    Turk chuckled. No doubt, Cliff. Hope he doesn’t get stoned. Not now. Not while he has it.

    Yeah, man, I just started on I-40 West. Just passed the sign for Barstow. [CA] Only 2,554 miles [4,110 km] to go. Cliff laughed for a few seconds. How many days will it take? / Well, he’s being honest so far. Though, I’m glad that we’ve got him tracked. Never know how one will act with a stolen, multimillion-dollar item in their possession.

    So, you decided against flying back? Is he crazy? / What a long-ass drive! Hope he doesn’t get pulled over.

    Absolutely, Turk. Going through the Wilmington airport, [ILM] or any American airport for that matter, is way too risky. It could be detected. Could also get snared in a random bag search. No need to fret, though. I’ve got some nice stimulants; I’ll be fine.

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