{"product_id":"a-wanted-man-037369606x","title":"A Wanted Man","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eISBN:\u003c\/strong\u003e 037369606X\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAuthor:\u003c\/strong\u003e Matthews, Alana\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCondition:\u003c\/strong\u003e New\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eExcerpt.  Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. \"I gotta make a pit stop,\" Billy Boy said.U.S. Deputy Marshal Harlan Cole sighed and glanced at his prisoner in the rearview mirror. It was one thing after another with this guy, and he was tired of listening to him.Billy Boy Lyman had spent half the drive moaning about his cuffs being too tight, the cruiser being too cold, then he started blathering on about how the courts and the Marshals Service had him all wrong. That he was an innocent man caught up in something way over his head.When Harlan reminded him that he'd tried to rob a bank, put a gun in the teller's face and threatened to pull the trigger, Billy said, \"My partners were the ones with the guns. I didn't even wanna be there-you know?\"\"Uh-huh,\" Harlan muttered, then spent the next two hours listening to Billy Boy's tale of woe, the majority of which was little more than a sorry attempt at justifying the commission of a very serious crime.Now, true to form, he was making noise about having to \"pick a daisy,\" as Aunt Maggie used to say.\"I'm serious,\" Billy told him. \"I really gotta go.\"\"Can't it wait until we get to Torrington?\"\"Not unless you wanna be mopping up this backseat.\"Harlan sighed again and looked out at the night sky and the empty road rolling under his headlights. He had picked Lyman up at the Criminal Justice Center in Colorado Springs, after waiting the good part of an hour for the prisoner to be processed. It had been a long day and all he wanted was to get the man squared away, then head to his motel room and go to bed.He just wished Billy Boy would shut up. A wish that was likely to go unfulfilled.This all came with the job, of course. Harlan knew that. The U.S. Marshals Service specialized in fugitive retrieval and prisoner transport, and he'd spent a significant amount of his career chauffeuring dimwits from one jail cell to another. He figured he'd probably heard just about every lamebrained excuse a man could come up with for breaking the law, and normally he wasn't much affected by it. Took it all in stride.But there was something about Billy Boy that rubbed him the wrong way. The kid couldn't have been more than twenty-two years old, but he had one of those smirky little faces you just wanted to put a fist in. It took every bit of Harlan's impulse control to stop himself from pulling to the side of the highway to give the kid a quick tune-up.On nights like this Harlan wondered if he should've taken his father's advice and found a different line of work. His father had been a career deputy and when Harlan had decided to follow in his footsteps, the old man had groaned.\"You've got smarts, boy. Use that big brain of yours to make a difference in the world.\"But Harlan figured he was making a difference. There was nothing more satisfying than taking down a fugitive and helping ensure that the world was a better, safer place. It was just that he sometimes felt as if he were little more than a cattle herder. Even if the livestock he dealt with had a dangerous streak.Not that Billy Boy was all that dangerous. Just annoying. And the sooner he delivered him to the Wyoming Medium Correctional Institution, the happier he'd be.\"Are we gonna make a stop or what?\" Billy asked. \"And I ain't talkin' about the side of the road. I like my privacy, and there's bound to be a gas station up ahead.\"Harlan glanced at his prisoner in the rearview mirror. \"Only on one condition.\"\"Which is?\"\"After you've done your business, you shut your yap and keep it shut for the rest of the ride.\"The convenience store was one of those all-nighters with a couple of gas pumps out front. It stood just off the highway, the only sign of life in the vicinity, its fluorescent lights so bright you could see them from half a mile away beckoning late night travelers to stop in for a snack, a cup of coffee and a few gallons of gas.It was close to midnight and Harlan wasn't surprised to find only a single car parked out front-a batte\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Mia Karts","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51936218906912,"sku":"NEW037369606X","price":10.79,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"url":"https:\/\/miakarts.com\/products\/a-wanted-man-037369606x","provider":"Miakarts Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}