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Still in a fog on the way home, I was only half there for Greg as he rambled on about the shots he got and his desire to have the film quickly developed. I told him to take them in and I would call in the payment. He clued in to my unwillingness to talk and drove silently most of the way. Needing to do something physical, I had Greg drive me home so I could wash the car and have a taxi drive him home.
“Get your wheels back, Dr. Garrick?”
I had just finished sudsing up the Porsche in my driveway when Detective Rollins marched over. “Not yet, but there’s no law that says I can’t wash it.” I picked up the hose to rinse it. I had a burning urge to spray the detective. “Move over Detective, I’ve got to wash the soap off.”
“Nice wheels,” he said, watching me. “Must be cool having a hot ca
