The Car Lot: Sleuth & Scribe Book 2

The Car Lot: Sleuth & Scribe Book 2

by Mary Russel

ISBN: 9781451275728

Publisher Publish America

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Sample Chapter

Robert was excited about his first day at the used car lot in Cedar River. Having sold cars before, he was confident of his ability to do a good job. He didn’t know he’d be seriously thinking about quitting before the end of the day.
The job was already starting out to be nothing like he and the owner, Greg, had discussed when he was being interviewed. The office he’d been promised was being used for storage. The chair, desk top, and drawers were cluttered with the books and papers the last salesman had neglected to clear out, when he was fired. Just trying to get to the desk, was going to be an exercise in futility with all of the boxes and files scattered over what should have been, the path of traffic. If there was a chair for customers, it was cleverly hidden under the rubble. There were only two computers for the entire dealership and the boss had one of them. The other one was in a central location in the showroom, so all of the sales staff could access it. Robert had no office phone yet and he was told he couldn’t talk to any customers until his license had been transferred.
To keep himself occupied, Robert checked out the inventory. It was pretty good for a town that size. He was especially impressed with a ‘cherry’ 1953 Corvette parked in an isolated area of the garage. Because there was no price tag on it, he guessed it belonged to the owner. He knew, if it was in original condition with good documentation, it could be worth around a quarter of a million. Robert wondered why anyone would risk it getting dinged in the busy garage. If it was his, he would have it under cover in a private and locked garage. He shook his head as he walked back toward the lot. He wished he owned it so he could keep it safe. Nobody would get near it unless under his watchful eye.
Ginger had a ‘suspect’ scheduled to look at a ‘lump’ of a car that wouldn’t start. Robert offered to help her get it started before the customer arrived. Ginger asked him to go to the manager’s office to get the portable jump starter. “It’s plugged in right by the manager’s desk,” she told him.
Entering the showroom, Robert asked Nick, “Jane’s the manager right? And her office is where? I need to get the jump starter for Ginger.”
Nick pointed to Jane’s door and mumbled, “Helping the bimbo huh?”
Robert said, “Did you say something?”
“Just clearing my throat,” Nick responded.
Robert took the jump starter out to the lot and hooked it up.
“Fire it up,” he said.
After a few cranks, the car started. While removing the jumper cable, he leaned up against the car; the car jumped forward and his left knee rammed into the fender. He yelled out with excruciating pain as the car rolled over his foot. He fell against another car in back of him.
“Oh my aching foot,” he screamed in agony.
Ginger shut the car off and rushed to assist.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You just ran over my foot,” Robert said while leaning on the other car and holding his foot off the ground.
It was too painful to put any weight on it.
“I’ll go get somebody to help,” said Ginger.
Nick had heard the commotion and was already on his way out the door.
“What did you do, run him over?” Nick said to Ginger. “Way to go. Good way to eliminate the competition.”
He gave her a sarcastic ‘thumbs up’.
Nick helped Robert into the showroom.
“That’s an interesting way to get some time off already,” Nike said.
Greg, the owner rushed out of his office carrying his cup of coffee.
“What were you two clowns doing out there? Don’t I have enough grief trying to run a dealership without people screwing around trying to kill each other?” he yelled. “Apparently, I’ve hired a bunch of idiots.”
Sammy, the dealership mascot squawked, “Idiots, idiots.”
Angrily, Greg yelled, “Shut up.”
The parrot repeated, “Shutup, shutup.”
Greg paged Jane to the showroom and told her to take Robert to the emergency room.
“No sense attracting attention by having the emergency squad here,” he said.
“I don’t have any insurance,” said Robert.
“That’s what workers’ comp is for,” said Greg.
Jane pulled her demo up to the showroom door and Nick helped Robert into her car.
After the x-rays, the doctor told him to stay off of his foot for the rest of the week.
“There are no breaks; it is just badly bruised,” said the emergency room doctor, handing Robert a pain pill prescription.
Jane took him home.
“I’ll take care of the paperwork and tell my Dad that you’ll probably be back on Monday. But if that seems too soon, give me a call. Don’t try to come back before your foot is feeling better.”
Excerpted from "The Car Lot: Sleuth & Scribe Book 2" by Mary Russel. Copyright © 2010 by Mary Russel. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
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Author Profile

Mary Russel

Mary Russel

Children's Author and Mystery Writer, Mary Russel was born in 1948 and grew up in the U.S. in various foster homes and in an orphanage. She escaped in books. It is her hope that she can provide present and future generations of readers with the same enjoyment and excitement she finds in books. She has a Bachelor's Degree in Journalism and enjoys reading, writing, cooking, crafts, and spending time with her husband and two very spoiled dogs.

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