Runner 999
Racing to Disaster
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"Five times in the past three days we’ve picked up the phone and whoever is on the other end refuses to talk." "You’re sure it isn’t just a bad connection." "There’s someone there all right. You can hear them breathing. When we ask them to talk, they hang up." "And you haven’t called the cops, for crissakes?" "Not yet, but we will if it keeps up," said Harry. "Since we’re leaving in a few days it doesn’t give them much time. Not that anything can be done." "Why do you say that?" "Hell, when was the last time an obscene caller was caught? This turkey doesn’t talk, so there is nothing to get a clue from." "It still should be reported if only to get it on the record. By the way, how is Carol taking this?" "It takes a bit more than this to panic her," Harry said, a note of pride in his voice. "After about ten seconds of that crap last night, she grabbed the phone and said "f--- off whoever you are" and slammed it down in his ear." Dugan was convulsed with laughter. That was the Carol he knew, the sister he never had. "By the way, how do you know it was a man? Maybe an old flame is stalking you!" "You must be sh---ng me," said Harry. "How about a connection with that crazy bastard that nearly ran you down?" "I wish I knew. I think someone is trying to scare hell out of me, and it looks like he-- or she if your premise is correct-- is succeeding." Dugan couldn’t fathom anyone having a vendetta against Harry. No one alive or dead deserved an enemy less than this man who had saved his life many years ago.
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John Ralson McDermott is a veteran of two wars in a thirty year Marine Corps career. In Korea, he was an infantryman, and in Vietnam, a marine combat correspondent. This proverbial jack-of-all-trades is a commercial pilot with multi-instrument, helicopter and even a seaplane rating. For two years in the late seventies he was publicity director for the Honolulu Marathon, and has run six marathons, a thirty-three-miler and also, a fifty-mile race. He lived in Hawaii twelve years, two of which were spent flying traffic watch over the freeways with several radio stations. He has at times been a federal police officer, a private investigator, and both a sky, and scuba diver.