If she had the opportunity to talk to Jez’s son, she could at least let him know that his father’s spirit was still watching over him. Delia had said that he was going to be closed for the weekend, but he might have told her that to keep her off his back until Monday. It was worth a try. She had no idea if that would make the slightest difference but it would at least give her the chance to find out a little more about the man, whether he was there or not. She drove slowly as the wipers splashed the rain from the windshield, only for it to be streaked again just as quickly as it cleared away. The streetlights picked out the sign to show that she had arrived at Lowe’s Autos, though it did not appear to have been changed or repaired for a long time. There was nothing to show that the son had taken over from the father. This had all the signs of a business that had been built up over a generation and had been passed on seamlessly without the new owner needing to plant his own mark on the enterprise—or without caring enough to.
