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Finley had quite a few loves of his life over the last five years, but none of them had stuck. He’d actually been more inclined to wait until his daughter was out of the house to start anything serious, but the way Finley treated his girl, it was likely that she’d never move out after she graduated high school.
They were like two peas in a pod.
“Where are we going, anyway?” Finley asked. “Damn, this sucks big balls. I hate that I was laid off.”
With the price of oil and gas going so heartbreakingly high, Finley had, unfortunately, lost his job.
One good thing for him that most other oil field workers didn’t have? He had a couple of brothers who owned a company that had the openings for him to slide right into.
“There’s a repo I have to make,” I grumbled as I pulled off onto the side of the street behind a red Viper.
“This it?” Finley asked as he sat forward with excitement.
“This is it,” I said.
“You’re still doing repossessions even with all this Corona virus shit going on?” Fin asked.
“Yes and no,” I admitted as I got out and walked to the back of the car.
As I looked inside it, then confirmed the VIN numbers with the ones I’d received from the bank , I began to explain.
“I don’t do any that were just delinquent in the last sixty days since I think that’s horse shit,” I said. “This one has been delinquent for six months, so I know it’s not just because he lost his job and couldn’t pay his car note. And, the fucker’s been hiding. I just now got word he was back in town.”
Finley backed the tow truck into place, and together we loaded it onto the back of the truck.
It was only as we were strapping it down that the man came running out of the nail salon.
The nail salon.
With his nails half done.
“Wait!” he cried. “That’s my car!”
“Your car will be at the impound lot,” I said. “If you want it, make up the payments.”
“But, but, but…” He got this mean look on his face. “I couldn’t pay because of this virus! I lost my job.”
Finley snorted. “Listen, buddy. We all have bad luck. You don’t look like yours is that bad yet seeing as you’re getting your nails did. Sorry for your bad luck. Luck that has nothing to do with this virus.”
Just as Finley finished that sentence, a woman came walking down the street with four dogs. All of them were walking beautifully next to her side. But they all were staring at us as if they were waiting for us to attack their owner at any second.
“Syble!” the man cried. “They’re trying to steal my car! Call the cops!”
Syble, obviously the dog owner, shook her head as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.
“How about, Mr. Mayor, you stop being a hypocritical asshole,” Syble suggested. “While the rest of us are following stay at home orders that you set forth, we’re all slowly dying inside. Fuck off.”
With that she walked away, not sparing any of us a backwards glance.
Finley, though?
He watched her until she turned the corner.
“Maybe getting laid off isn’t such a bad thing,” Finley teased.
Book:Hail Mary
CHAPTER 22
