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Bad Drive
Bad Drive
Bad Drive
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Bad Drive

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Jim Haskins has been selling cars for over a decade. He knows the business, is good at it, and never turns down the opportunity to make a sale. So when the older gentleman shows up on the lot during the most brutal day of the summer heat, Jim knows he’s a buyer. Never mind that he forgot to bring his driver’s license; never mind that he’s wearing a jacket in ninety-degree weather. All Jim Haskins knows is that he’s going to take this guy on a demo drive and sell him a car. But what he doesn’t know is that this drive is going to be the worst, and quite possibly last, of his life...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAvery Stites
Release dateSep 23, 2012
ISBN9781301599967
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Avery Stites

Avery Stites is a native of North Carolina. He currently resides in Mebane, North Carolina, and when he isn't writing he enjoys playing with his dogs and making music.

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    Bad Drive - Avery Stites

    BAD DRIVE

    By Avery Stites

    Copyright 2012

    Smashwords Edition

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    Prologue

    We were hurtling down the interstate at obscene speeds, the trees whipping past in a blur, the mile markers zipping by almost unnoticed; other cars were honking and swerving out of our lane like birds in the flight path of a jetliner. The dealer plate rattled in the rear window, and all that ran across my mind was one question…why me?

    But that was a question that wasn’t worth dwelling on at present. The Acura was holding up well under the circumstances; it’s a car made for performance driving, so speed certainly wasn’t hurting the vehicle. The fact that it was being driven like a bat out of hell was more of an issue, not to mention what would happen to me should we actually get where we were going in one piece.

    I glanced over at my captor, and I noticed his maniacal grin beaming like radar off of his twisted face. The firearm in his right hand was large, and this was one of the few moments it wasn’t pointed directly at me. The shitty part wasn’t even how terrible this situation was; the shitty part was that I couldn’t have seen this coming. The guy came across very regular on the lot. When I greeted him, he seemed like just another customer, on just another day in my life. I wanted to sell a car, I thought he wanted to buy one, but apparently he had something else entirely in mind. Since then things had taken a serious turn for the worse.

    Never mind that I had snuck a nine-one-one call in. Never mind that there were cops not too many miles behind us, or probably ahead of us. Never mind that his gun wasn’t pointed at my head at this exact moment. None of these potentially good omens mattered right now. All that mattered was how I got here, and the bleak future into which I was headed…

    Chapter One

    I sat at my desk, drinking liquid tar disguised as coffee, absentmindedly staring out the window onto the blacktop. The streamers sat dead against the line, no wind to blow them. The cars, parked nearly one on top of another, sat as metallic ghosts, roasting under the vicious sun. Don’t get it wrong; they have personality, all used cars do. But when it was as hot outside as it was then, they appeared as stoic hunks of silent metal, not the storytellers they typically are.

    The humidity rose from the tarmac in disgustingly heavy fashion, diverting all outside activity minus the extremely motivated. That was one thing about the car business: if a customer

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