G is for Gumshoe

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sidewall—a ragged perforation not quite the size of my little fingertip. I blinked at it, feeling chilled, not wanting to believe my eyes. It looked like a bullet hole. An involuntary sound escaped as I was overtaken by one of those rolling shudders you experienced as a kid on leaving a dark room. I lifted my head. I surveyed the countryside. No one. Nothing. Not another car in sight. I wanted out of there.
    I hoisted the tire and shoved it into my trunk. Swiftly, I gathered the jack and my crescent wrench, moved around to the driver’s side and got in. I started the engine and rammed into gear, pulling back onto the highway. I drove faster than I should have, given the condition of my spare, but I didn’t like the idea of being out there by myself. It had to have been the guy in the pickup truck. He’d passed me just as the blowout occurred. Of course, a rock might have caused the damage, but I couldn’t think how it could have penetrated the sidewall, leaving such a nice neat hole in its wake.
    The first service station I passed was out of business. The gas pumps were still standing, but the windows were broken, and graffiti, in a garland, had been sprayed along the foundation. Local advertisers were using the supporting columns for their poster art and a real estate companyannounced in bold print that the property could be leased. Fat chance.
    On the outskirts of Niland, at the intersection of Main Street and the Salton Highway, I found a small station selling one of those peculiar brands of gasoline that makes your car engine burp. I put some air in the spare tire and dropped off the flat.
    â€œI’ve got some business to take care of at the Slabs,” I said. “Any way you can do this in the next hour and a half?”
    He studied the tire. The look he gave me suggested that he’d come to the same conclusion I had, but he made no comment. He said he’d pull the tire off the rim and have it patched by the time I returned. I was guessing I’d be back by five o’clock. I didn’t want to imagine myself out in the desert once the sun went down. I gave him a ten for his trouble and told him I’d pay for the repair when I got back. I hopped in my car and then leaned my head out in his direction. “Where’s the road to the Slabs?”
    â€œYou’re on it,” he said.
    I took Main to the point where it becomes Beal Road, approaching Slab City this time with a sense of familiarity. I felt safer out here. There seemed to be more people about at this hour: an RV pulling into a site, kids being dropped off in a snub-nosed yellow school bus. Now the dogs were out, leaping joyously at the sight of all the children home from school. When I reached Rusted-Out Chevy Road, I turned right and soon Agnes Grey’s blue trailer appeared just ahead. I parked short of the place and pulled my tools out of the back seat. Thoroughly paranoid by now, I took out my little Davis semiautomatic andtucked it into the waistband of my blue jeans at the small of my back. I grabbed an old cotton shirt and pulled it on over my T-shirt, gathered up the lumber, the padlock, and the latch, and approached the trailer on foot.
    The gremlins were in residence. I could hear the murmur of their voices. I reached the front door, unable to avoid the gravel crunching underfoot. The voices were silenced instantly. I leaned against the frame, peering in at an angle. For all I knew, I’d get whacked with a two-by-four. Instead, I found myself face-to-face with the dreadlocked creature I’d spied earlier that day. A second scummy face appeared beside the first. I’d been informed by the neighbors that one was the boychick and one was the girl. I was guessing this one to be male, but I truly couldn’t discern any sex-based differences. Neither had facial hair. Both were young, with the unformed features of cherubs, tatty mops on top, ragged clothes below. Neither smelled any better

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