CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
My heart gave a leap as I looked up and down the block, sure that I was just mistaken about the parking location. Unfortunately, Ben’s concerned expression told me I wasn’t wrong.
“Ben?”
“Yes?”
“Bashful was stolen, wasn’t she?”
“So it would appear,” he mused as he knelt on the ground where she had been parked and proceeded to examine the cobblestones.
I thought back to our previous conversation at this spot. “How did somebody figure out how to get it to work?”
Ben brushed his hands against the stones and shook his head. “Nobody did. It wasn’t driven away but dragged. You can see there are only the two front-wheel tracks that drove down the road. Whoever stole it couldn’t figure out how to work the controls and the machine was too heavy to push very far, so t
