The Guardian

Daydreaming in a car with four wheels was bad enough. He was doing it on two. No, that wasn’t going to do. He had to start paying attention and keep his focus. He had to think this one out and think it out to the point there was absolutely no room for error. He wouldn’t be able to do that if he were dead because of some stupid stunt on the bike.
    It was different than other times when he would be so in tune with his bike it seems he was one with the machine. The machine would purr effortlessly under him, gliding along the road. It would lean, smoothly slicing through the turns as though he were invincible. Nothing could go wrong. However, those were times when he was totally relaxed. His focus and attention were at its peak. It was something that someone who’s never ridden before could not possibly understand.
    As you rode through the mountain passes you could feel the temperature changes. You are aware of all the scents as they engulf your sense of smell. You be come of aware of the pines, the water from the falls and river beds. You smell the flowers, fresh cut grass and all of the things around you. No one riding in a closed up automobile could ever appreciate such awakening of the senses like you do on a bike.
    He prayed for a break, just a short one to go and ride through the mountain passes again. In a city like Las Vegas, full of sicko, whacko, nut jobs like Martin, there would be no rest for the weary.He sped for home where at least he could be somewhat comfortable. However, that was rare. Sleep seldom came anymore. There was too much work to be done.
    Chapter 96
    Dorsey wasn’t really all that cleaver. He was just lucky. He was too arrogant and stupid to be any good and not get caught. He bragged about it for the Christ’s sake. He was arrogant to the point that he just thought he could never get caught. He bragged to his trucker buddies.
    One of his fellow truckers even caught him performing oral sex on a 15 year old boy at a rest stop toilets. It was in the wee hours of the morning a few months earlier. The trucker never asked him about it. He just stopped dead in his tracks, turned and walked away. Nothing ever came of it. He didn’t normally take such chances. It was usually in the cab of his truck. It was an opportunity and he took it.
    No, Dorsey wasn’t good at the game. He was just lucky. Just like everything else in Vegas. Luck has no mercy and his was about to run out.
    He made good money driving truck. He’d lost the one job because of that woman who turned him in for trying to get her son. Well, he’d gotten away with that and he would again. He didn’t need that kid. There were plenty more where he came from.
    The company that he drove for didn’t even care that much. They were only concerned about they’re end of it. How it reflected on them. They didn’t have any proof, just like all the other times. To keep from being sued into oblivion, they fired him to make a good show of faith. That was even okay. He got a good reference from them. He was driving again almost immediately.
    His roommate worked, but drank most of her money. That worked out okay because that left him home alone with the kids. She hadn’t made any claims and willingly let him baby-sit, so what the hell. They wouldn’t be able to prove anything there either. The kids were groomed damn well. They knew they’d better not say anything or there would be some serious consequences. Ya, things were going along pretty well. As long as she kept drinking and the kids kept quiet, things would be just fine.
    That last court date, he had to admit, had scared him. But, fortunately there was no proof. Those kids weren’t going to say anything. He was snug as a bug in a rug. Things just couldn’t get any better. What he didn’t know was that they were about to get a whole lot worse.
    Chapter 97
    It was bright and early. The Guardian had gotten up before daybreak and made it into Vegas before the sun had come up. He sat across from Dorsey’s house watching. He was waiting for the man to come down and head to work.
    He didn’t have to wait very long. At around 6 AM, Dorsey came out of the house, walked over to the rig, unlocked the doors. He climbed inside and prepared to start it up.
    The Guardian was wondering what in the hell he was doing. It was taking him quite some time and nothing was happening. Suddenly the cab rattled on its frame, black smoke bellowed from the stacks and the engine exploded into life. A few