CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Broad Street was beginning to thicken up with afternoon rush hour traffic when Kate turned the car into the parking lot of Pritchard Auto Glass. The lot was mostly empty, indicating that this was the slower time of the day for the business. It was set up like an actual auto garage, with bay doors to let vehicles inside the garage where some of the work was done. There was also an open space to the side of the building where a few vehicles were parked, one of which was in the midst of getting its rear window replaced.
Kate and DeMarco walked inside and approached the front counter. One man was inputting a customer’s information into a computer while another smiled widely at them. “Can I help you?” he asked.
Neither of these men were the young man Caroline Manners had m
