Nair Napa, the gritty new crime fiction from the creators of Meercat mystery.

Sergei, are you still in the bath?

Yes, I'm listening to my podcast.

Can I come in?

Ah, no, no, no, no, oh, just need to grab the claw clippers, don't worry, I'll cover my eyes.

What? Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

I'm still not looking and I'm not listening to my podcast don't wombat it meerkhat it

Simples ha ha ha ha! I had taken a seat up front so at the next town I could quickly jump out and grab another coffee.

Half the passengers were asleep, but I could never get any zes on buses.

Besides, someone had to keep the driver awake because the

highway was getting slick with slush and the snow had gone from Hallmark Christmas

to Ice Road truckers.

Don't you worry son, said the grizzled bus driver.

This old girl has seen everything from hurricanes to rising rivers.

She's a tank that's what she is. I wasn't worried at all until he told me not to worry and for the first time I could see he was worried

gripping the wheel with two hands and craning forward to sea. Highway 84 cut an almost straight line west to east through the

Appalachian Mountains.

Charleston, West Virginia, was the next stop, then onto Pittsburgh, where I figured to get off and look for another

bartending gig.

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