Not a soul in the lot. Not the ghost of a car visible other than the staff’s that were there when I arrived. I called the dealer to have the hood repaired. They would send a team to change the tires, and drive the car in. They offered to provide a loaner. I refused. I had plenty of other transportation at the house. Since DeMarco had called and told me he was headed in my direction, I called him back and filled him in on what had happened. He arrived before the tow. “I don’t know who did this, but it must be someone I’m acquainted with. I haven’t been in town long enough to piss anyone else off.” “I’ll have Braden write up a report. He’ll enjoy doing you the favor. Any chance you caught something on the security camera?” “No, I seem to have parked in a blind spot, Butch already checked and there is nothing to indicate who might have been around to do this. I don’t need a report on this. I’ll take care of it myself. I don’t need Braden to like me any better than he already does.”
