CHAPTER TWENTY
The sun is setting as I arrive at Harry's office. He spots me before I get through the open door. "McLain, you better start wearing a hat. You've been in the sun too long and your brain is getting baked."
If he thought my brain was baked before, he’s certain he’s right after I tell him about the 1940 Ford I spent the better part of the day dismantling. "Harry, I'm telling you that this car is somehow tied to the car used on the demo ride at the Acme Auto Agency."
Harry is reaching the end of his severely strained patience. “Just what or who tells you that these cars have anything to do with each other?"
"Harry, it's my gut. My intuition. It tells me these two are tied together and my instinct has never been wrong."
He looks at me with the same distaste he would should A
