Strange Bedfellows
Chapter One
Ain't Nobody's Business If I Do
When Aubrey Scott invaded the bathroom where I had retreated that Monday morning, I knew I was in for a surprise. It just wasn't the kind I was expecting. For starters, he was fully dressed. And what was worse, instead of taking off his clothes and joining me in the steam room like he had some sense, he dragged me out of my warm cocoon by the hand.
"Check this out," he ordered as he turned on the television in the bedroom.
An early morning talking head was blabbering about the aftermath of a multicar accident on Route 219 near Modesto, some three hundred miles north of Los Angeles. Saturday morning, he informed us, "tule fog, that monster weather condition peculiar to California's Central Valley, had spread like a cancer, causing a sixty-Five-car pileup that claimed the lives of nine people, including a CHP officer, and injured twenty others," including the subject of the news bulletin Aubrey was so intent on me seeing.
"As reported on Channel Four this weekend," the newscaster went on, "the driver of one car, a late-model Toyota, had disappeared. Police speculated that he may have wandered away f ... read full excerpt from Strange Bedfellows ebook
