CHAPTER FORTY
After speaking with Ms. Brooks Brothers, it seemed like a good idea to get in the car and leave. As I walked toward my car, I heard a garage door rattle its way up. On my way to my Fiesta, I stopped short and did a 180-degree turn as I heard the garage door rise. The rattling sound was followed by the slam of a car door.
Before Ms. Brooks Brothers hit the road, I hoped to catch a glimpse of her license. I could hide and take a photo, but where? The relatively barren suburban landscape didn’t provide much cover, but I spied a nearby hedge that might do the trick.
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