Ralph was definitely going to be pissed when he found out what I'd done. I thought about Hart. I thought about the murders. This was getting out of control. Crazy beyond crazy. I picked up my phone and dialed Tif.
"Hey, sweety," I was trying not to let my argument with Mike seep through in my voice, "wanna head out to the range with me for a bit today? I feel like shootin' holes in something."
"Have you looked outside?" She sounded shocked.
"Yeah. It's snowing. And?"
"It's a freakin blizzard! We can't go to the range in this weather. We couldn't see anything."
"We can go to the new indoor place out on Bootlegger Trail. I got a membership a couple weeks back when they first opened. I have all of my guest passes still. Come on. Please." I did not want to sit home and dwell on the fact that I knew Mike was making a big mistake in his assumptions about this case.
"Pick me up then. We're taking your truck."
"As if the mini-van would make it anywhere. I'll be there when I get there. I'll bring the coffee."
"You bring your coffee, Amber, I don't want to get the jitters and shoot the ceiling. I'll drink water."
"Whatever," I laughed, "see you shortly."
The stairs were nothing when I was in this type of mood. I headed up, changed into a pair of faded blue jeans, an off white turtleneck sweater and re combed the ponytail. I only added eyeliner and eye shadow out of habit. I mean, girls are girls, we're supposed to look like girls, right? Back down the stairs I went after checking my appearance one more time. Slut? Whatever. I was cute. Sluts were well-ridden, old looking.
I slid my well stockinged feet into the motorcycle boots loving the feel of the leather barrier. I grabbed my Thermos and filled it with the rest of the hot coffee and grabbed four granola bars to snack on at the range. Two for me and two for Tiffany; we both liked the peanut butter flavored. I readjusted the pony to the lower part of my head and put my bright purple beanie on. I loved that hat even if it did look funky against my red hair.
Checking the blowing snow one more time I opted to take a scarf, both my fingerless and fingered gloves and my heavy leather riding jacket. I had extra nylons in the glove compartment of my truck for cold days and hunting season. As I mentioned before, I don't do dresses. The nylons would come in handy under my jeans if it were too cold in the Rut Shooters range.
The sky was almost frightening and would have been if I were easily scared. It was eerie with the snow coming down and whirling around. I was unable to even place the sun, unable to even place the cloud covered orb that was usually the sun during such a day. The trees resembled icy hands whipping in the wind, the birds and squirrels that made their homes in them long since gone or asleep due to the early snow. I shivered. I didn't know if it was from the thick and heavy feeling in the air or from the cold, either way I just wanted to get going.
My truck and I bumped over the road towards Tiffany's, wondering if the street were ever going to get fixed and what the hell the road crews were actually dong if the street was still this bumpy. I cranked the stereo playing AC/DC Who Made Who to cover the howl of the wind outside. So this wasn't my best decision ever. Better than getting married for shits and giggles in Vegas.
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