Chapter 15
I pull into the RCMP shop first thing the next morning, set my keys on the counter, ask for studs to be put on.
“Sorry, Corporal, no can do…” the service manager points to the calendar on the wall behind him, “until tomorrow. Ouch, that'd be Saturday—so more likely Monday.”
“Okay. I'll take a courtesy car.”
“I think you've mistaken us for a dealership.”
I retrieve my keys off the counter. “I'm supposed to do what exactly?”
The head mechanic, overhearing the conversation, wipes grease from his hands with a dirty rag, looks from the service manager to me to the service manager. They share a glance that makes me squirm.
Finally, the service manager gives me a sympathetic shrug, points towards the bay doors to the flurries outside. “If you drive like you got no brakes, you sh
