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DRIVE SHAFT

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, situations and incidents are the

product of the author’s imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual

events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Published in Australia

Geoffrey Knight

6 Spring Street

Paddington, NSW 2021

Australia

ISBN: 978-0-9579056-2-7

First Edition published 2010 by Geoffrey Knight

in Association with Dare Empire eMedia Productions

Other Geofrey Knight Titles

he Cross of Sins

he Riddle of the Sands

he Pearl

Geofrey Knight writing as Sam Cross

Harm’s Way

he Shadow of the Wolf

he Grace of God

On the Overgrown Path

RIVE SHAFT

Geoffrey Knight

DRIVE SHAFT

T he Ducati roared around the corner and old Clyde looked up from

his tinkering. At the same time Moses, the gray-whiskered black Lab-

rador at Clyde’s feet, woke and lited her head of her drool-shiny paws.

Clyde glanced down at Moses with a look of resignation on his face, the

fat cigar bobbing up and down as he muttered through clenched teeth,

“New kids. Always tryin’ to make a damn grand entrance.”

He slammed down the hood of the rusted Chevy he was work-

ing on and wiped his hands on the front of his coveralls as though it

might make a diference to his permanently grease-stained palms. hen he

watched as the gleaming red motorcycle turned gracefully into the drive

of Clyde’s Auto Repair & Body Shop, the bike’s roar sliding into a low,

powerful purr as it braked beside the Chevy.

Clyde gave an unimpressed sigh and plucked the fat cigar from

his mouth with his fat, grease-blackened ingers. “Well, well. You must be

Jensen. Welcome to southern California.”

he Ducati’s rider kicked the stand, spread his legs, cut the en-

ginen then lited his matching red helmet to reveal brown skin, ha-

zel eyes, a bright cocksure smile and a headful of wild blond hair,

matted and wet from the heat of the day. He pulled of his gloves