Chapter 7The first thing Monday morning Brock called the garage he used, because it was both a good one and it opened at seven to accommodate people who needed something done before going to work. After talking with the owner, it was arranged that someone would come to tow his car in so they could fix the brake line. By eight, the car was on its way to the garage and Brock and Pat had eaten breakfast.
“I’d ask ‘your car or mine’.” Pat smiled briefly. “Under the circumstances it’s a moot question. I’ll pull it into the garage so you can sweep it for anything we should be worried about.”
He did, and Brock found nothing other than the tracker, which they already knew was there. Once Brock turned on the house security and locked up, they took off for the agency, arriving half an hour before
