But what possible link could there be between a poorly run medical school, Chinese manipulation of rare earth metals and corn shortages?
Or the school, Icelandic volcano eruptions, Hurricane Sandy and the 03 eastern power outage? I'd better ignore
their warnings and go myself.
I pay for gas, two Taquitos and a Big
Gulp. Gas for now, gas for the road, gas for later. By the time I return to the
pump, my car is gone.
Stranded at 7-Eleven in the middle of
nowhere, I stare at the empty space by the pump. Looks like I'm going to need
more than two Taquitos.
The car thief could be miles away by
now. I regret that I filled up my tank. I take a bite from one of my Taquitos.
I regret doing that.
Is a carjacking part of an attempt to intimidate
and delay? Could the medical school principals I just left have arranged this
so quickly?
Auto alone, a gentle breeze caresses my
face. Wait. A breeze. I realize what happened. I had left my wind-powered
hybrid's sails unfurled.
With a favoring breeze, my car could be
miles away by now. I regret I left my sails up. I take a draw from my Big Gulp.
I regret doing that.
Brain freeze! As I straighten up again I
spot my car behind 7-11, slammed up against the store's dumpster. It had been
there the whole time.
I check the dumpster for clues and my
car for scratches. Negative, both. I leave my remaining food and drink in the
trash and head for town.
Driving the lonesome highway I reflect
on the case so far. Regi Granger is missing classes at a medical school led by
an ADHD Chancellor.
Perhaps more troubling, the tongue-tied
director of admissions has a faulty memory and the junior accountant CEO can't
account for anything.
I'm halfway back to the city when I
realize I'm being followed. It's hard to miss the small gray Honda with the
Zipcar logo on each door.
I swerve onto an off-ramp and the Honda
sails on past. Mission accomplished. 45
minutes later I find the on-ramp back to the highway.
Before I've gone far the Zipcar is
behind me again. It appears there's only one way to lose my pursuer: A
high-speed chase through traffic.
I step on my accelerator, weave in and
out of traffic blasting my car horn. I'm sideswiped by a yellow Ford Fairlane
but I don't slow down.
I hit a truck turning left and swerve
into oncoming traffic. My car spins around narrowly missing a bus. I hit the
brake and speed up again.
Oh my God! Where in hell did that woman
with the baby carriage come from? I yank my car hard right and plow into a pile
of box garbage.
Missing mother and child, I keep going.
I screech to a stop and bolt up the stairs. The train surges through the
station without stopping.
Cursing, I go on. Horn blaring, pounding
on my steering wheel, I challenge traffic and pedestrians alike. So far no one
has been killed.
I stop at the next station and stagger
to the entrance. Nicoli is descending the steps. I yell "Hold it!"
He turns to escape and I fire.(The Twitter Mystery continues daily at @Twitstery)
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