“Looks like the radiator. We’ll need to order parts for it, but it should be done by next week.” My boss, the Hermann of Hermann & Sons car repair, scribbled a note on his clipboard. The old man’s handwriting was barely legible as I got close enough to read it. As he wrote, his fingers shook ...
As soon as I slid into Robert’s getaway car, he put a black bag over my head. “A precaution.” he said. It seemed more like a kidnapping to me. But I kept my mouth shut. Oh, I wanted to chew Robert out, like I had done at the gala, but it was not the time to anger the man who was in control of m...