CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
The start of a beautiful sunset is painting the sky as I park in front of J.W. "Benny" Benjamin's Desert Used Cars. Benny is giving his Class-A sales pitch to a young couple looking at a station wagon. I must say that "Benny" really works at his profession. I watch him give the young people his business card as they walk off the lot. Benny is wiping the sweat from his face as he walks over to his office.
"I didn't get 'em on the dotted line, but I'll bet you they come back. That's a sweet little wagon for the price and the young lady is pregnant, and that will swing the deal. What's up, McLain?"
I flash the picture I took from Charlie Andrews’ wall. I’ve cut the blonde out of the photo so only Bobby Mason remains.
"That's the kid. No doubt about it. This is the kid
