Chapter 17

Bruce and Alec drove to the Dodge dealership at nine-fifteen. They walked through the doors.

“Well, well, Bruce Styles,” Carmen drooled out. “Long time, no see.”

Alec looked at him.

“Hi, Carmen. How’ve you been?”

“Okay, until today. My father is flipping out. We got robbed yesterday. He just got off the phone with the police.”

“That’s why we’re here, ma’am,” Alec said. He had no idea who Carmen was.

Bruce had met Carmen a few years back when he went looking for a new vehicle. He didn’t like anything in the lot but Carmen. They had gone out a few times. At one point, Carmen was on Bruce’s top-ten list.

“What? This is official business?” she asked.

“That’s fast,” Lance Davidson said as he walked out of the office. “I just got off the phone with the cops.”

“We’re with the FBI, sir,” Alec said and flashed his identification.

“FBI? What in the world are you g