~Lorenzo POV~
As I had suspected my baby was parked up next to a rusted-out old Nineteen Eighties Chevy Malibu Wagon. I could see the dents to my driver’s side door, and I could very well imagine the fucker who parked my baby here must have been high or drunk. Just as I was taking it all in, and physically feeling sick over the sight, the short, balding officer with the pot belly, who had originally given Frank and me entry to this lot, came over.
He excitedly said, “Oh, you found it! And what would you know, it was just five slots from where it was marked down. You’re a lucky man, Mr. Giordano.”
I eyed him down, “This is lucky? Have you seen what you assholes did to my car?”
He put both hands up in a placating way, “Hey, wait a minute there, this is not us. This is the tow guys the
