Like Coffee and Doughnuts. Elle Parker
this was any short in the system.
Seth had just stepped in the door and gave me a dubious look.
“Yep, everything’s accounted for and nothing’s broken. You know, the only time I’ve ever actually been robbed was in broad daylight when some punk took a Firebird out for a test drive and just kept on going.”
“Yeah...” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “I think this was more than a bird hitting the window. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if it was that crackpot I told you about who jumped the ’Vette.”
“You think?” Ernie looked completely dumbfounded. “I suppose anything’s possible. I’m glad he didn’t tear the place up when he didn’t find the car. That was good thinking, you guys. Anyway, my buddy’s going to keep an eye on the place for a few days.”
“Good plan,” I told him. “Get some sleep tonight.”
It was time for lunch when we got out of there, so I offered to buy Seth a quick sandwich if he’d help me do the paperwork before we started cleaning the storefront.
There’s a lot of paperwork involved in doing repossessions. I don’t mind it so much. I happen to be one of those rare people who doesn’t hate paperwork with a passion. I love to sit down with a full “In” box around lunch time and end up with an empty one just in time to go out and get some dinner. Seth, however, hates paperwork and complains like a baby, so he ended up in a mood similar to mine of that morning.
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