FIVE MINUTES LATER, after they’d all perused the list of Herps’ rental clients for the previous month and didn’t find Andy’s name on it, they continued on up Main Street looking for the abandoned truck.
“There!” Godric sat straighter in his seat. “Down that alley. I caught a glimpse of it behind the buildings.”
Percy turned right at the next cross-street and right again into the alley feeding the private parking lots behind the buildings. Andy’s big, black Ford truck was parked in the lot, a ticket snapping in the breeze from under a windshield wiper.
“I’m surprised they haven’t towed it yet.” Percy said.
“I asked them not to. Until I could look at it.” Brita unsnapped her seat belt and opened her door as Percy parked next to the truck.
Edric’s phone rang as they climbed out of the va
