Page 47 of High Side
Who got married three times and had a big old ten thousand dollar wedding the third time?
Well, obviously, Lupe’s brother, but still.
She was getting a few glares from some of the guides about being promoted, but for the most part everyone was being decent. Joe seemed relieved not to be chosen, which was the happiest part, and if Brit was pouting a little about not seeing her as much, well, they were making up for it at night.
“Kylie—”
“What?” She snapped it out, because it was Joe and he was safe, but then she immediately apologized. “Sorry. That was shitty. What’s up?”
“One of the clients has a flat tire. Lupe would usually call it in, but do you know who to get out here?”
“I do.” Lupe had a business card folder, as well as an electronic file with all of them scanned in. She hunted up the garage that they used. “What kind of vehicle?”
“A GMC Terrain. Late model.”
“Got it.” Hopefully they would just need a Fix-a-Flat kind of reinflation. The garage would do that for a service call charge and the outfitter would handle that.
“Cool. I’ll go wait with them.”
“You rock, man. It’s been a wild day. I’m going to need a beer after this.”
“No shit. You’re holding it down, though. Keep it up.” He gave her a thumbs up and made a run for it.
She called it in, and the guys said they would arrive in ten or fifteen. That was pretty darn good time, really. She breathed a sigh of relief and reached for her Diet Coke, but Jilly came running in two seconds later.
“We have a problem, Ky.”
Shit. “What?”
“There’s another car with a flat.”
“What?” She grabbed the office cell before heading outside. What the hell was going on?
She headed around, looking, and found six vehicles with slashed tires. “Motherfucker! I’m calling the cops and warning the guys to bring more supplies.”
Dammit!
She didn’t know what to do. Was this something for the insurance? Was it petty cash? Should she text Liz? Who the hell would do something like this, and were they still around as a potential threat to guests and staff?
Joe gave her a thumbs up, but he was dealing with hysterical guests. So that had to be a first priority. “Brittany! Can I see you?”
Brit came running to her, ducking inside with her. “What do we do?”
“We need one family member from each vehicle to check for missing belongings in the car, but then try to stay away and not touch anything. Each one will have to file a report when the police get here.” She dialed 911. This was not a nonemergency thing. “Yes, this is M&M Outfitters in Summit Springs. We’ve had someone on the premises slashing tires. Six vehicles. We’re about to check for theft. Yes. Okay, thank you.” She held up a finger to Brittany, then called the garage. “Yeah, we have a rash of slashed tires. Yeah. Okay, cool. Thanks.”
“So, check for theft, then get them all to the picnic area and offer food and drink?”
“Yeah.” She pulled out her wallet and handed over her debit card. Liz could pay her back. “Call Chip’s and get us a variety of cold sandwiches and Cokes and stuff. Tell him it’s urgent. Oh, and those cookies he has in the little single-serve packs.”
“Got it.” Brittany ran back outside to issue the order about the cars, and she texted Liz.
Her phone rang back immediately. “What the fuck?”
“I don’t know. We’ve got six cars in the lot at least. I just need to know how to handle the garage and all.” Kylie was willing to do all the paperwork. She just needed to know how.
“We pay it and then bill the insurance. But you’ll need to get pictures and start a claim right away.”
