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- Herausgeber: Wildside Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When her personalized license plate makes an English teacher a suspect in her cheating ex-husband’s death, she uses her skills and experience to defend herself.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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LICENSE TO KILL, by Mark Thielman
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Copyright © 2023 by Mark Thielman.
Published by Black Cat Weekly
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LICENSE TO KILL,by Mark Thielman
“Damn license plate.” Carla pounded her hands on the steering wheel in frustration.
The patrol car’s overhead lights flashed red and blue behind her, alternatively coloring the interior of her BMW. This would be the fourth ticket she’d gotten this year. The police gave zero-tolerance once they saw the personalized “SUE U L8R” license plate. Carla had received the car in the divorce from Charlie. He probably thought the tickets were hilarious too. The revenge of the ex. Carla reminded herself to take the time to visit the Department of Motor Vehicles. Maybe “I H8 LWRS” would help soothe the cops.
The officer slowly approached. Carla checked her lipstick in the rearview mirror. Hopefully, she could talk her way out of a citation. This time, Carla hadn’t noticed that she’d been speeding.
She unrolled the window as the officer arrived and looked up with her most-innocent smile. “What’s the trouble, officer?”
“Are you Mrs. Charles King?”
The cop outside her window hardly looked old enough to carry a badge and a gun. He also looked tense. Carla frowned. “I’m Carla Lehrer. I divorced that cheating dirtbag six months ago. I just haven’t had time to get the registration updated.” She again flashed the broad smile. “That waste of an Armani suit. Probably should have let his girlfriends fight over who got to ride around in his fancy car.” She batted her eyes. “You know what Shakespeare said, ‘first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers,’ right? Carla hoped that an extra bit of vitriol might help her beat the ticket.
He collected her license and registration and returned to his vehicle. In her rearview mirror, Carla watched him talking into the handset of his radio. He glanced up at her car periodically. Then, his lips stopped moving. Listening, she decided. After a moment, he nodded.
As the officer got out of the car, Carla saw that, although he tried to project a casual demeanor, he moved more stiffly on his return walk. His right palm rested on the grip of his handgun. His eyes flitted, roaming the interior of her car before returning to her.
