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Slim Sam Used Cars
Slim Sam Used Cars
Slim Sam Used Cars
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In the far west is a used car lot, known as Slim Sams. The cars are all used, and most people would junk them. That is where most of his cars come from. When they leave his shop, they are built to last. He lives in a trailer on the lot and has two employees. He just makes the weekly payroll.
On morning before the lot opens, a buyer is pounding on the door. A business dressed young man is disturbing Slim Sam. After the coffee is made Sam wants to take him out to kick a few tires.
“Sam, I need 28 cars over the next two weeks. I see you have 29.”
After Sam collects himself, he figures about $99,900 with all the extras.
“Sam, here is $70,000 cash and we will pay $7,000 for each load of cars.”
The paper work crosses hands. Sam puts the cash in a used oil box, then the bank. In four loads the cars are gone.
The young fellow on his way to his job is killed by a bomb that burns a one-foot deep hole where his car was on the freeway.

What little can be scrapped out of the hole is sent to the FBI. Soon the Navy and several other federal agencies are all over the case.
The local people and cow doc is treating a patient at home. The hospital is too far away.
Why are Sam’s car being reported stolen in a very small town that has not reported one for years?

Suddenly, there are more federal people in town than town’s people?
What are Sam’s cars doing that has everyone excited? Why was Sam/s cars all modified and driven out by all women teams?
Will the 6 am farm report make any difference?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 9, 2018
ISBN9780463868294
Slim Sam Used Cars
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D. E. Harrison

I am trained as a theoretical mathematician. I am an emeritus member of the American Mathematical Society for fifty odd years. I have lived in Seattle since 1967. I starting writing fiction after writing a family history.

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    Slim Sam Used Cars - D. E. Harrison

    Slim Sam Used Cars

    By D. E. Harrison

    Copyright 2002 by D. E. Harrison

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1 Freeway Work

    Chapter 2 Slim Sam’s Car Lot

    Chapter 3 The Car Pickup Begins

    Chapter 4 Petty Stealing in Town

    Chapter 5 Investigating the Burning Car

    Chapter 6 The Sherriff Starts to Ask Questions

    Chapter 7 Ted’s History is Known, Copies Are Hid Away

    Chapter 8 Back in DC Behind Closed Doors.

    Chapter 9 Back in the FBI Regional Headquarters.

    Chapter 10 Seven Cars Reported Stolen

    Chapter 11 Shirley and Ted Looking for Clues

    Chapter 12 The Director of the FBI Makes a Call to a Secured Line in Washington.

    Chapter 13 A Month Before the Cars Were Bought

    Chapter 14 The Navy Wants the Material Back

    Chapter 15 The Transportation Out Begins

    Chapter 16 Ted’s History is Found in the Pig Pen

    Chapter 17 The Search Turns to Finding the Cars

    Chapter 18 Part of the Story is Known

    Chapter 19 They Have Three of the Women, So What

    Chapter 20 Did They Make It

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    Chapter 1 Freeway Work

    In a rural community in a western state, it is just after daybreak. Even the old rooster still has sleep in his eyes. The chickens are always up first as the old farmer turns their lights, then he puts his pants on. Old man Jones is out feeding the stock. His wife is up and getting breakfast ready. He will be back in about half an hour to eat and go to work on the items needing his attention this day.

    As he comes in from the barns, Ma, I will strain the milk. Did the youngen come in last night? I sure could have used some help milking those three cows, now that two of them are fresh.

    No Pa, he never made it home again last night. I don’t know where he spent the night.

    Well, make a lunch and fill the water bag. If he does not show up, I will go down and do the flagging job for the day for him. No use letting the money go somewhere else. I will work on the north fence later or the next day. If he comes home before I do, send him out on the fence. I will work on it until I leave about 7:30 for the Beasley exchange.

    She says. Do be careful dear, those jobs can be more dangerous than a bull looking over the fence at a bunch of heifers.

    They sit down and have a hearty meal and he goes to work on the north fence. Around 7:30 am, he leaves for the one- or two-day job directing traffic at the exchange.

    At the exchange, the road foreman says, Glad you could make it, Doug. I will work the top of the exchange. If you just keep the farmers in the right lane down here, all will be fine. This day of the week is usually slow. We expect little but local traffic. With no way to get back on the freeway here, we should have almost no one using it. Pick yourself out a tree when there is no one coming. No use standing in the sun for nothing.

    Doug is happy he can sit a spell, Thanks, I hope the youngen comes and relieves me. I need some work up north on a fence and he likes this more than work.

    The day goes about as planned, a few local people in the early morning going out to their fields. About 11:30 am, a car pulls off the freeway and stope in the middle of the ramp.

    The foreman says to the driver. Well young fellow, I hope you planned on seeing the country. You must have missed the sign saying there is no entrance back onto the freeway in either direction today. You will have to go back to State 10 through Beasley. Just follow the signs. You will not lose too much time. Ok, come through. The second flagger is down about two blocks. Turn right and follow your nose.

    He follows his nose and stops at farmer Jones’ road sign.

    Doug Jones tells the young driver. "Just one-minute young fellow, we have a load of cattle to get out of this dust and I see the Doc’s pickup coming through the cutoff. He must be in a big hurry to drive that way. It must be an emergency. I will let him come through before you can go.

    Sure, let me draw you a map on the hood of your car. Turn right here, then in about three miles you will find a general store, turn left. Some kids turned the road sign, and no one has taken the time to fix it. Then about seven miles to Beasley and then State 10. Once on 10 just follow your nose about three miles and you can get back on the freeway. Ok, you are free to go.

    The Doc goes one way and our young traveler goes in the opposite direction. After the car gets back onto 10, which is an oiled road, his map blows off the hood. In a few miles, he will find his way back onto the freeway.

    In an hour, the new compact rental car is again back on the freeway headed for the state line. Flagger Jones would have been surprised it took him an hour to make the trip back to the freeway.

    The young driver has the promise of a new job out of state. He is a careful young man with few friends and no close family. Today he is driving the freeway in a much more aggressive manner than normal. He is usually between the groups of cars that seem to bunch together at 65 mph or so. This way he has plenty of room in front and back of him. Today he is that speeder that leaves the backpack and passes everyone on his way to the next group of cars.

    As he goes under an exchange, a silver Dodge Durango pulls up from the access road and onto the freeway entrance ramp. In several minutes, the driver is at the front of the pack of cars behind him. This young fellow is the one that bought 28 used cars the day before from one car dealer.

    Back in the Durango, a small black handheld device like cell phone comes out from the glove compartment and an antenna comes out from one end. The cover protects a black button. Just before pushing the button, the driver of the Durango taps the break peddle, to disengage the cruise control.

    The rental car explodes in a ball of fire seen for miles. It takes 10 hours to clean the freeway and repair a six by six feet hole one foot deep in the cement where the car came to rest and burned itself and even some of the gravel for roadbed of the cement road.

    Back at the Jones farm after the night chores, Ma asks. How was your day pa?

    Well it could have been better if the youngen had fixed the fence or came down and took the flagger job. There is no need for you to do the noon chores. He should have been home to do that at least.

    Well pa, that is alright. You set out the feed, so it was no problem. I am worried about him pa. He could be trouble.

    He will be when he gets home. He is not too big to feel my foot on his backside. He should not treat you that way. Ma, what is wrong with him. The other kids are all fine hard-working people. He was not treated any different.

    Let it be pa, come let’s eat. And make sure you thank Mr. Edwards for the extra work. We can always use the money.

    Chapter 2 Slim Sam’s Car Lot

    A large weathered sign is across the entire length of an old trailer at the back of a used car lot. The lettering was once a very bright blue with a pure white background. The white is now dirty, and the blue has faded some. Surprisingly, the paint has not chipped over the years. There is enough lead in the paints to have every disposal site

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