Chapter Four
I was familiar with the auto shop because it was really the only place in town to get work on your car done. I knew the shop had been in Ted’s family for at least a couple of generations. It was a brick building with an old painted sign that announced “Hill’s Auto” in staid lettering. Ted himself was rather staid, I thought, but then I hadn’t tried to get him to really open up the few times I’d been over to the shop. I’d been more intent on reading my book in his waiting room.
But Grayson greeted Ted as if he were a long-lost friend, giving him a hearty handshake and grin. Ted, with his oil-stained hands, looked rather bemused but not displeased to see him. “Good to see you,” he said gruffly.
“Just an oil change today. I’m afraid it’s pretty long overdue but at least I’m ge
