Old Keys Fail, Tow Is Called
Midafternoon, Deborah pulled up, walked to the porch, and tried the old keys in the front door. The knob turned halfway and stopped, so she tried again, glancing toward my car in the drive.
She stepped back, dialed a number, and spoke to a towing company about removing a vehicle from the property.
I noted the time and license plate, then texted Mitch and Brad. A truck’s amber lights appeared at the far end of the road.