If you’re in Amy Lane withdrawal, I have the perfect antidote: Car Hacker!
Book #2.5 in The Amy Lane Mysteries
Bored of being stuck at home while Amy recovers, Jason leaps at the chance to investigate a carjacking at his mate Dylan’s garage. Little does he know that the “mystery” has been entirely concocted by Amy, eager to remove him from the house to prepare for a surprise birthday dinner. However, Jason is always a trouble magnet and, when he stumbles upon a real carjacking gang, Amy, Bryn and Cerys must once more get him out of hot water – and home in time for tea.
Car Hacker is an 11,000-word short story set after Code Runner, so there are references to events in Book 2. It is exclusively available to subscribers of The Amy Lane Mysteries newsletter, delivered to inboxes this morning.
Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:
Amy’s leg had been in plaster for thirty-three days and Jason had felt every one of them.
For the first two weeks without AEON, he’d thought nothing could be worse than a grumpy Amy Lane bereft of her computer and nursing a low pain threshold. But after the murder charge was dropped and his leg untagged, Jason found her growing exponentially worse, despite AEON’s safe return. He could only conclude that she’d been going easy on him out of pity.
In the eight months he’d been working for her, Jason had transformed her apartment into a cleaner’s pride and joy. He had scrubbed, dusted and decluttered with enthusiasm, and Amy hadn’t taken a blind bit of notice. He shopped and cooked and fed her, and she vaguely acknowledged his presence from time to time. It was all worth it, though, because Amy shared with him her passion for tackling crime and occasionally he got to run around and play hero.
Except they were on hiatus, because Amy said the painkillers didn’t allow her to concentrate and Jason wasn’t allowed to solve mysteries by himself. He could have made half a dozen comments about how her concentration was just fine where World of Warcraft was concerned, but he was growing as a person.
So, he was stuck at home, fetching and carrying for Amy at all hours, and awkwardly lifting her over the lip of the bathtub in nothing but a towel so she could take a shower. After which he definitely needed a shower. A cold one.
Being in such close proximity to Amy with nothing to distract him was hell itself. He needed to get out and do something other than fuss over her while she sniped at him. He wanted to go out for a drink with his mates, let loose at a club, and get laid. Was that too much to ask?
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