MISSING LINC
Kori Roberts
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Missing Linc
Kori Roberts
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Chapter One
Some days, Lincoln Castillo wondered why he even bothered to get out of bed. As he
slammed on his brakes, he knew without a doubt that this was one of them. The sea of traffic
on the expressway engulfed his limousine and made movement of any kind virtually
impossible.
As the traffic came to a halt, Linc felt his irritation escalate. He cursed the name of his
employee and cousin Miguel, who called off from work at the last minute for the third time
in as many weeks. His other drivers were all booked solid, which forced him to scramble and
rearrange his schedule once again in order to fill in as chauffeur for the day.
“Fuck!” Linc slammed his hand against the steering wheel in frustration. He didn”t have
time for this shit right now. When he”d moved to Puerto Rico from New York several years
ago, Linc figured he”d left this kind of headache behind as well.
He snorted in disgust. Apparently not. Rush-hour traffic in Puerto Rico — particularly
on a Friday evening — was a real bitch. It didn”t help matters that it was the height of tourist
season, and there were even more vehicles on the road than normal. Linc was certain that
the traffic jams here rivaled any he”d experienced during his entire thirty-two years growing up in New York City, and they made traveling around the island a complete fucking
nightmare at times.
A glance at the clock on the dashboard made him swear again. His passengers” flight
had arrived from New York more than thirty minutes ago. At the rate he was going, it would
still be at least another twenty minutes before he reached the airport.
Linc hated being late, and everybody who worked for him knew it. Since he”d started
his limousine company seven years ago, his drivers had always arrived on time for a
scheduled pickup. And that was exactly how he liked it. Thanks to that little pendejo Miguel,
his perfect track record was over.
Linc shook his head in disgust. Who needed enemies when you had family to make
your life miserable?
His cell phone rang, and Linc glanced in the direction where he”d mounted it to the
dashboard. He groaned when he saw the familiar number on the display. He reached out and
pressed the Speaker button.
“Hola, baby. You miss me?” His secretary, Lorna, practically purred over the phone.
“What is it, Lorna?” Linc tried not to sound annoyed. He”d known Lorna for years.
Extremely bold and outrageously flirtatious, she”d been trying to get him to fuck her since
her first day on the job. That she was married and had three kids never deterred her from
offering herself to him on a regular basis. Luckily for her, Lorna also happened to be the best
assistant he”d ever had; otherwise, he would have let her ass go a long time ago.
“Your passengers called. Where are you?”
In hell. “I”m almost there,” Linc lied. He stared out the window at the parking lot of
vehicles around him. “I got caught in traffic. Call them back and tell them not to leave. I”ll be
there in a few minutes, okay?”
“Sí, baby, anything for you. I”ll call them now.” Linc disconnected the call and fought the urge to yell. This was the last thing he
needed. Not only was it bad for business, it had a tendency to really piss people off, especially
when they were trying to enjoy their vacation.
With his luck, his passengers were some rich, old couple who would give him hell all
the way to the hotel and demand a full refund once they got there. Shit.
Linc didn”t give a damn if Miguel was family or not. Whenever he caught up with him,
he was so fucking fired.
Convinced that he would have an episode of road rage if he sat in the same spot for
another second, Linc released a small sigh of relief when traffic finally started to move,
inching forward slowly for several minutes before progressing more rapidly. After a few
miles, vehicles began to flow at a normal pace, and Linc allowed himself to feel a small
glimmer of hope that he would get to the airport sometime before nightfall.
Fifteen minutes later, Linc arrived at his destination. He quickly navigated his limo
into an available parking space alongside the curb, ignoring the honking of several angry
motorists he cut off in the process.
Picking up the sign off the seat next to him, Linc read the names of his passengers. MR.
AND MRS. MITCHELL ELLIOTT.
That”s just great. Even their names sounded uptight. With a sigh, he opened the
driver”s door and climbed out of the limo. Linc paused long enough to straighten his hat and
adjust his uniform before he joined the throng of people standing outside the terminal.
Holding up the sign in front of him, Linc searched through the crowd for his
passengers, hoping they hadn”t gotten too tired of waiting for him and taken a cab instead.
“Are you here for Elliott?”
Linc turned at the sound of the voice behind him. “Yes,
