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forehead.
    Ian leaned forward, slightly maneuvering his fiancée behind him and offering Harold a break from the glory. “Anything?”
    Looking up from the screen, Harold answered, “There is one car that just came in.” His eyes strayed past Ian’s shoulder. “A Ford Taurus.”
    “We’ll take it!” Marcus exclaimed, slapping the counter hard enough to make Harold jump.
    “Give me a sec.” He picked up the phone. “Hi, it’s Harold. I have a woman…I mean, a group of people looking for—” He nodded. “I know, but—right. Well, the computer says…right.” He looked back up to the four desperate faces. “I don’t think they’d care. Sure. Okay, hold on.” Harold set the phone down on the desk. “It’s available if you want it. It just came in and hasn’t finished being prepped yet. Apparently there was an accident and…well, you don’t care about all that, do you? Anyway, it’s yours if you want it, but you’ll have to sign something saying—”
    “Yeah, sure, whatever, we’ll take it,” Ian said.
    Harold lifted the phone back to his ear. “Yeah, they want it.” His face darkened as he listened to the voice on the other side. “Really? That’s strange. Yesterday? Weird. Okay, thanks. Yeah, that’s it. No, I’m closing and headin’ home before the snow gets here. I don’t want to be stranded here with all these angry passengers. There’s nothing to eat, and they’re likely to roast ol’ Harold like a chestnut over an open fire.” His eyes went to the crowded vending machine. “And there’s Nazis here, too. Right. Yeah, you, too. Merry Christmas.” He hung up and smiled, his hanging cheeks lifting beneath the corners of his mouth. “Well, it’s yours. You can just go wait out by the curb with the rest of the people. It’s a red Ford Taurus, like I said.”
    “Don’t we pay you or show you a license or anything?” Marcus asked, wondering just how aware Heather was of her special powers over the male species.
    “Huh? Oh, yeah, that’d be a good idea. The license part. The payin’ part’ll be a bit different since this is kinda’ a unique situation and all. The guy droppin’ off the car will have paperwork for you to sign. He’ll take care of all that.”
    Ian removed his license from his wallet and presented it to Harold, who barely even glanced at it before nodding his approval. After all, once Heather got behind the wheel, the car would just take flight anyway.
    Heather smiled her thanks, a bit of relief settling into her face, and then she asked, “Is there something wrong with the car?”
    Harold looked confused.
    “I’m sorry. I just overheard…it sounded like something was wrong.”
    “Oh, no! Nothing wrong with the car, miss. It’s just that they found it abandoned in a shopping mall seventy miles away, no sign of the customer. Turns out he gave us fake information. Well, not ‘us’ per se, but another branch out of Colorado. Police found the vehicle deserted and traced it back to us. It just showed up yesterday and, like I said, there was an accident with one of our guys and it hasn’t been cleaned or anything. It runs fine, it’s fueled and ready to go, just the cosmetic stuff hasn’t been gotten to yet.”
    “Well, we appreciate it so much,” Heather said.
    Ashley rejoined them. “Signal keeps cutting out. Can’t get through.”
    Her voice attracted Harold’s attention, and he looked up over the top of his glasses to see a shorter, paler version of the woman who already had his heart doing jumping jacks. Even with her short hair dyed black, there was no mistaking Ashley’s relation to Heather, and Harold’s heart was suddenly in overdrive.
    “We got a car,” Heather said to her excitedly.
    “Great.”
    They moved out of the line, aware that people waiting behind them were staring at them with envy. They waved to Harold, and he waved back. Ian wondered what Harold’s diary would read come tomorrow morning.
    They stepped out onto the curb