That icy voice made Vincent shudder all over. He quickly shielded his son behind him. "Mr... Mr. Sterling, I'm so sorry, so sorry. The kid doesn't understand; he didn't mean it..."
"Didn't mean it?" William Sterling walked over to the car and looked at the doodle on the hood. "Where did he get the marker? Why was he drawing on my car?"
"He... he just thought it was fun..." Vincent stammered incoherently. "Kids love to draw. It's artistic talent... I'll wipe it clean for you right now!"
He frantically rummaged through his bag for a wet wipe, intending to clean off the drawing.
"Don't touch it," William Sterling said.
Those two simple words froze Vincent's hand mid-air.
William Sterling turned to the driver. "Miller, take photos for evidence, then call the dealership. Find out how much
