“I have a minivan parked three houses down.Eddie doesn’t know I own it.The neighbor knows what a bad person Eddie is and volunteered to keep my van in his garage.”She went into her small house and before anyone could do anything, she came back with a set of keys.“His name is Norm, he’s a good guy.Tell him you’re there to get the vehicle for me.”She sighed then looked down the road to point.“It’s the beige house halfway down this side with black shutters.If he’s home there should be a black Chevy Monte Carlo parked in the driveway.”
Paul and Warren exchanged grins, took the keys, and headed down the driveway.As they walked away, they heard Sally start issuing instructions in her no-nonsense way.
Chapter 15
“Do you have your federalID on you?”Warren asked as they walked down the sidewalk toward Norm’s house.
“I do, do you have your police ID?”
“I do.I’m hoping this guy won’t give us a hard time.”
“Me too,” Paul said and pointed to the car in the driveway with a whistle.“Sweet.”
“Yeah,” Warren said with a sigh.“That is a sweet ride.Brings back memories from my younger days.”
“Help you?”A gruff voice called out, and the two men held their hands up close to their shoulders, and started up the driveway.
“Norm?”Paul asked.
“Yeah, who are you?”
“Paul Rankin, this is Warren Mott, we’re friends of Paula’s.”He held up the keys and shook them.“She sent us here to get her van.”
“Why?”
“As we speak, my sister, Sally Ward, and Paul’s girlfriend, Petra, are helping Paula pack up her things.She says she’s going to her brother’s house to get away from here.”
“What about that asswipe, Eddie?”
“The last time we saw him,” Paul said with a smirk.“He was knocked out cold, breathing, but unconscious.”
“Why?”
“Because I wrapped a log chain around his arm, and neck, and jerked him away from my girl.”Paul growled.
Warren laughed as he withdrew his phone and walked up to Norm.He held the phone out and told him to press play.Norm did, then smirked at Paul.“He’s alive?”
