But he didn’t push. His father had had a heavy couple of days. Len’s passing was tough enough, but the book seemed to have affected him even more.

When Harp was ready, if he ever was, he’d tell Logan what was so important about the envelope.

Logan was the first one to arrive at Dunn Right Auto and Repair the next morning. That wasn’t unusual. Unless he was taking the day off, he was always the first one in. He turned on the lights, opened the bay doors, and started the coffee maker. He then went into the office and checked the work orders on the vehicles he’d had to leave for the others to take care of while he was up north with Harp.

With one exception, all his projects had been completed and picked up by their owners. Reentering the garage, he saw that Joaquin, the garage’s head mechanic, had arrived.

“Thought you weren’t coming back until this afternoon,” Joaquin said.

“Change of plans. I see no one got to Mrs. Galloway’s Miata.”

“Are you kidding? I tried to get Artie on it, but neither him nor Manny would touch it.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not touching it, either.”

The fact that the Miata needed a new transmission wasn’t the problem. It was Mrs. Galloway. To say she was a pain in the ass would have been an understatement. Whenever she brought her car in, it was a scramble to see who could make themselves scarce first.

“One of you is going to have to deal with it now,” Logan said.

“What are you talking about?”

“As soon as Dad gets in, he and I have to go out of town again.”

“Not It!” someone yelled out behind them.

Joaquin and Logan turned toward the bay door. Manny had just walked in, his bag lunch in one hand, sunglasses in the other.