Chapter 159

Later, after almost a full day's work, a silver Corvette drove by. I squinted at the shaded windows and then at the license plate as it cruised on down the street. I saw a C and a G on the plate and a broken brake light. Was it the silver Corvette I'd seen following Isabella? Chances were high. It was the first Corvette I'd seen since the night forty-eight of them had been stolen.

"Boxy?" I was already reaching for my car keys in my pocket, my eyes pinned to the Corvette.

"Yep."

I didn't even realize he was standing right next to me, also staring intently at the Corvette with his one good eye.

That's all the communication we needed as I took off after it through the puddles in the parking lot. It had rained some that afternoon, the promise of more rumbling across the overcast sky.

As soon as I buckled up inside Bernadette, Studmuffin appeared in my lap with a loud pop.

"Gah!" I jumped, nearly flattening my head on my car's ceiling.