Page 9 of Mister Prick

“Oh, wow. So, they need to delete their accounts totally.”

“Correct.”

“And pay cash for everything.” I chuckled.

“That’d be a good start.”

I gestured behind us. “So, you found a missing girl for Marty and he didn’t pay you?”

“She was his soon to be wife.” He looked at me and grinned. “She disappeared on their wedding day.”

“Oh my God. That sucks. Where’d you find her?” I asked, my tone laced with curiosity. “Can you tell me that?”

He reached into his bag, pulled out a remote, and opened the gate. “In Honduras.”

“Did she have a heart attack when you found her?”

“No. But the men who were holding her did.”

My eyes shot wide. “Holding her?”

“I’ve said too much already. Let’s change the subject.” He tossed the remote into the satchel and then glanced at me. “I’ll need someone to follow me home after we do the paperwork on this car. Want to be that someone? We can grab something to eat afterward if you like.”

Normally, I would have suggested that a lot attendant to follow him home. Whether we had or not, I felt like we’d bonded through the ordeal with Marty. I couldn’t imagine saying no.

“I’d love to.”

He cocked an eyebrow as he turned onto the road. “Follow me home, get dinner, or both?”

It was a no-brainer. “Both.”