“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Wolfe says as he grabs a plate. “Hey, is anyone in the market for a car?”
“You’resellingcars now?” I ask him.
“Just this one. Someone dropped it off to be fixed three months ago. Been fixed for almost that long, but they haven’t come back to get it, or pay for it, nor have they responded to my calls or letters. So, I’ll sell it.”
“You can do that?” June asks. “You don’t have the title.”
“It’s abandoned property,” Apollo adds. “It’s likely on the form you sign when you leave your truck for an oil change, or something, that if you don’t come back to claim it within a certain amount of time, then you’re forfeiting the property.”
“Interesting,” June muses and pops a chip into her mouth. “Does that happen very often?”
“Thankfully, no,” Wolfe says. “I don’t have time to sell cars. It’s a pain in the ass, but I have to recoup the costs of fixing it.”
“What was wrong with it?” Apollo asks.
“Rear axle was shot and needed brakes and a general tune-up. But it’s good to go now.”
“I feel human again.”
Sarah walks into the room, and everyone gets quiet and stares at her, including me.
“I did get dressed, right?” She looks down at her T-shirt and jeans and then frowns at us. “Why is everyone staring at me?”
“So, are you in the market for a car, Sarah?” Wolfe asks her.
“Yeah, right,” she scoffs and makes a beeline for the taco buffet on my countertop. “I mean, I guess Icouldafford a car payment, but I really don’t want to. Huckleberry Bay is small enough to walk almost everywhere, and if I need to go to the inn, I can hitch a ride.”
She shrugs, and I share a look with Wolfe.
“How much are you asking, Wolfe?”
“Wait,youhave a car for sale?” Sarah laughs and adds sour cream to her taco. “I definitely can’t afford your Ferrari, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“It’s a Honda,” he replies. “SUV. It’s not new by any means, but it runs great now that Zeke and I have had our hands in it.”
Her eyes narrow, and I can see the wheels turning.
“It was a car that someone dropped off for repair,” I explain to her. “They never came back to get it, and he just wants to get paid for the job and get the car off his property.”
“Basically,” Wolfe agrees. “Let’s talk about it. It would be a good car for you. I should have thought about it before.”
“I’ll have a look,” she says with a nod, her mouth full of food. “Look at me, adulting like a rock star.”
“So, I have to know,” Apollo says. “Did you knock the bitch on her ass? I don’t have many details.”
“I tried.” Sarah scowls at me. “But this one held me back and wouldn’t let me. I would have really cleaned her clock.”
“You prevented a girl fight?” Apollo demands, clearly disgusted.
“I prevented Sarah from an assault charge,” I counter.
“Ah, well, there is that,” Apollo replies.
“I don’t even remember Angela from when we were kids,” Sarah says with a frown. “Do you guys? She said she knew who my parents were, and that I come from trash, which isn’t wrong, but I don’t remember her.”
“She’s younger than us,” June replies. “By quite a bit, I think. But she might be about Scott’s age. Mid-twenties.”
“That makes sense,” Sarah says. “I wouldn’t have known her, then. Man, she hates me.”