“I just need your signatures.”
I just smiled.
He frowned.
“For what?”
“My insurer requires confirmation that you inspected the completed repairs and accepted delivery of the vehicle.”
I put the form on my desk.
“I just need your signatures.”
Brent grabbed the pen first.
He didn’t read it.
He signed.
Laura signed underneath him.
Then she pushed the form back toward me.
He didn’t read it.
They drove away laughing.
Neither one read the second sentence above their signatures.
But I knew they’d realize what they’d just done soon enough.
***
At 5:03 the next morning, my phone vibrated across the nightstand.
