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Chapter 9
9 “ON THREE,” BENNETT said. “One, two, three—push.” With a concerted shove, Bennett, Mitch, and Flint pushed the vintage Chevrolet out of the garage until it rolled to a stop in the car court behind the main house. A cheer went up among them. “Wow, looks even better in the sunlight,” Mitch said to Bennett. “Can’t believe you had the real estate listing all that time and never pulled this baby out to look at it.” “Didn’t have time, and I didn’t want to get too attached.” Bennett ran his hand over the curved fenders. The car was dusty, but still a beauty. “Have to replace all the hoses, sparkplugs, and tires. Change the oil and liquids. These engines are fairly straightforward. With just a little work, she might fire right up. The estate manager used to take her out for an occasional spi
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