Dawn to Dusk Movers, Fresno, California January 11, 2009
“It’s all been destroyed.”
By rote, the gruff dispatcher quotes the company line, apparently right from the paperwork authorizing ‘Dawn to Dusk Movers’ to enter the ranch house and empty it.
“We’re not here to cause trouble for your fine company,” Nancy smoothly responds, a pair of hundred dollar bills sliding across the dispatcher’s podium. “There were probably many things worth saving and I was thinking that some workers may have put some things aside. In that case, it would be owned by such and anything in which I have interest I would need to buy.”
Both Nancy and the dispatcher know such interpretation of a bailee-bailor relationship is completely false, but the arrival of ‘Mr. Green’ has more effect than impromptu legal inte
