Chapter 107 Flat Wrong
The only problem with winning the pole at Daytona was that a thousand reporters wanted to talk to him, and Case didn’t have time for that because he desperately wanted to spend the rest of the time that Andrea was there with her. Instead of heading back to the motor coach for dinner and a few hours of time with her, he was stuck doing interviews and taking pictures for almost two hours.
At least he could still see her. She was standing back behind the row of microphones and flashing cameras with Brad, Jessie, and a few other team members, a huge grin on her face. She’d been just as happy as he was when it was all over and his car was still in P1. She’d bounded over to him and wrapped her arms around him, even in front of the cameras, and kissing her for the world to see was as invigorating as winning any race he’d ever won.
When the interviews and pictures were all finally over, Case grabbed Andrea’s hand and led her to the golf cart, ready to take her back to the RV to fix her some dinner and let her know how much he loved her.
He got in the vehicle and cranked the key. “Ready to go?” he asked. Andrea nodded, and Case hit the gas. The gulf cart lurched forward and then made an awful noise as all four tires thunked along with no air in them. “What the hell?” Case asked, turning it off and getting out.
All four tires were flat. They weren’t slashed, but all of the air had been let out of them. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled.
Andrea was out, too, and standing next to him. “Why the hell would anyone do that?” she asked.
He shook his head, but it was obvious to him it was one of three people. “That takes some guts considering how many cameras there are everywhere. I’ll call the guys and have them come and put air in the tires. In the meantime, Charlie can probably come and get you.”
“It’s okay. I’ll wait with you.”
“Really, Andrea, it could take a while.”
“That’s okay. I just want to be where you are.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, and Case felt so blessed to have her.
He called some of his crew members, and they came over to air up the tires. The whole thing took almost an hour since they were all the way back at the camping site, but at least Andrea was with him. When they were almost ready to leave again, an older gentleman wearing a security vest pulled up on his own golf cart. “This yer rig?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s mine,” Case said nodding his head.
The man scratched his balding head. “Saw a blonde woman hangin’ out around here earlier. Real perty. Big chested.” Case cleared his throat, and the guy looked at Andrea before he apologized for being crude and continued. “Anyhow, she was hangin’ around, actin’ a little suspicious. I asked her if she needed any help and she said nope, so I left, but I got an odd feelin’.”
“Thank you for the information,” Case said. It didn’t surprise him at all to hear it was Sarah who’d messed with his golf cart. “No real harm was done.”
“That’s good,” the security guard said with a nod. “Allrighty, then. Congrats on the pole, young man.”
With a smile, Case said, “Thank you,” and watched the guy pull away as he got back into the golf cart and tried again. This time when he hit the gas, the golf cart took off smoothly.
Case let go a deep breath and tried to relax. Surely, nothing else would go wrong that night. They still had a few hours to spend with each other, even though there seemed to be one delay after another.
It was clear when Case pulled up to his RV that the problems weren’t over. Even from a distance, he could see his home away from home wasn’t as he’d left it.
“What is that?” Andrea asked when she saw it, too.
On the side of his motor coach, the words, “F*cking B*stard,” were spray painted in bright red paint.
“Are you sh*tting me?” Andrea asked, once she could read it.
Shaking his head, Case wondered just how things could get worse, but then he realized he needed to watch what he thought because it seemed like things could always get worse.
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