The Indigo Brothers Trilogy Boxed Set by Vickie McKeehan

Author:Vickie McKeehan
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Beachdevils Press
Published: 2017-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

The brothers were on their own without help from the women. Raine and Tessa were swamped with the lunch crowd at the restaurant.

And Anniston had just gotten started.

She took her Ford Explorer over to Prospect Street where Baskin owned his auto repair shop, Baskin’s Auto Clinic. She pulled up to the entrance behind an older model Buick. The “clinic” had three bays, all of which were occupied with an assortment of vehicles raised off the ground so the mechanics could do their thing standing underneath.

She cut the engine and hopped out without waiting for the tech to approach with his clipboard. When a man did emerge from the garage area, he sized her up. “What can I help you with?”

“Need an oil change.”

“You have an appointment?”

“No. Do I need one?”

“It cuts down considerably on the wait time.”

All Anniston wanted was to get a look at Baskin’s office on the inside. “How long?”

“We’re backed up. Probably an hour at least.”

“Would you mind if I gave it a shot? The car’s really overdue. I should’ve taken care of it before I left Miami, but I had no idea the case I’m working on would drag out this long.”

Beginning to warm up, the tech nodded his head. “You’re that private eye the Indigos hired.”

“That’s me.” She rocked back on her heels. “You guys do a brisk business.”

“We do. There’s a body shop around the corner if you ever need that. And Roger also sells used cars from a lot down the street.”

“Good to know. But all I need right now is an oil change.”

“Then give me the keys and go wait inside. There’s a place to get coffee and watch TV that helps pass the time.”

She handed over her keys and crossed the lot.

The waiting room was tiny with six uncomfortable plastic chairs crowded along one wall. A simple coffee bar shared space with the ancient model TV that sat on a metal stand. There was a table jammed in the corner covered in car magazines. The walls were decorated with posters, all having to do with luxury cars.

She looked into a glass window where a female cashier stayed busy with paperwork. The office was smaller than the waiting room. It was easy to spot the huge printer at the woman’s back because the machine took up an entire desktop. Anniston decided it looked like the right size and shape of the HP.

She strolled over to the beverage station and took her time fixing a cup of strong, stale coffee. She’d taken cold medicine that tasted better. She lingered, trying to make out the type of printer the woman used to spit out the invoices.

The woman looked up and caught her staring. “Can I help you?” she said from behind the glass.

Anniston shook her head. “Sorry. I was just looking to see if they’d gotten to my Explorer yet.”

“We’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Patience, Anniston reminded herself. She had a long wait time. The woman had to go to the bathroom sometime.

About thirty-five minutes into her wait, she spotted the tech guy driving her Ford into the garage.

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