After pondering whether to pay for repairs or sell the van for junk, she opted on selling. There were no dealers in Port Townsend interested in buying, but the mechanic was willing to take it off her hands for parts and the new tires she'd only recently had mounted. But she needed the money desperately, so she accepted his offer. Since she'd paid for a mini-storage in Medford for six months, she’d deal with the problem of transporting their belongings to Port Townsend later. Around the corner from the motel, she saw that the tan sedan with the Oregon license plate was parked in the same location. It looked as if it hadn't been moved. Feeling foolish, and assuming it belonged to someone living in the house near where it was parked, she decided to give it no further thought. There were more important things to worry about, like the fact that without her van she was dependent on Will to transfer her belongings from the van to the boathouse, and he'd also have to take her to the job interviews she'd scheduled for that afternoon.
