A Rocker and a Hard Place (17 page)

The police finally finished collecting data and we were told we could leave. Naturally, we had to promise to get any broken lights fixed immediately. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had been standing there for over an hour, making polite small talk with a complete stranger.

“Are you going to be okay to drive?” Benson asked me, ever the gentleman. I noticed that he was edging toward his vehicle, apparently in a hurry to get somewhere. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who had been inconvenienced.

“As okay as I ever am,” was my reply. “Thanks for the stimulating conversation,” I said, opening my car door.

Benson smirked and got into his truck. “Good luck!” he yelled before driving away. As I got into my own car and reached over to turn the key, I realized that I was still wearing his gloves.

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