Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Even the inflated wad of bills Nathan held failed to inspire him. Harley whined impatiently, but lay back on his bed in the corner of the office when Nathan looked over at him.
“I know,” Nathan said. “Busy day. Almost ready to go home, boy.”
Harley lifted his large black head again at the sound of tires rolling on gravel in the yard, but not very enthusiastically.
“Shoot.” Nathan stood. “Forgot to chain the gate.”
Bright truck headlights blinded him as he stepped outside. Harley tried to follow, but Nathan had mercy on him and closed the office door.
The truck pulled sideways, enough to see that it was, of all things, a U-Haul. As it backed itself near the fill tank, Nathan could see the gate to the yard. Whoever this was had taken the time to roll it cl
