Chapter 45

“Not at all. I can demonstrate on your car, if you like.”

“Sure. Do you need more money?”

“Not yet, thanks. Your retainer has covered everything, so far.”

She told him the make, model, and color of the car, then stood to leave. Quentin retrieved a tracking device from a desk drawer, and followed her out to her car.

“The device has a magnet on the base,” he said. “All you have to do is reach under the fender well and stick it to the body of the car.” He demonstrated by attaching the device, then removing it.

“Won’t it get all muddy under there?” she said.

“That won’t matter. In fact, a good coat of mud will hide it, if anyone looks under there.”

“Thank you, Mr. Quasar. I appreciate what you’re doing for me.”

“Just doing my job, Ma’am.”

“Thanks again. I’ll look for your call at the end of the week.” With that, Mrs. Richards got behind the wheel of her Lincoln and left.