Marlowe tried the ignition again. He got a couple of weak growls from the starter, then zip. He had worn the battery down to dead trying to start the fucking rental car.

He took his cell out of his pocket and checked to see if it had miraculously recharged itself while he was fucking with the car battery. It hadn’t.

He climbed out of the car and looked in both directions. There was nothing but gravel road and fields of corn and soybeans as far as he could see. “Fucking son of a bitch,” he muttered.

He wanted to kick the fucking headlights out of the car, but that would only cost him cash and aggravation when he turned the son of a bitch in. He sighed, realizing he would miss all of today’s appointments and probably tomorrow’s as well. He hated selling fucking term life... Leer Más