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the donk,’ smiled Jimmy. He turned to Mick. ‘Hey. You’d better watch yourself if you’re gonna drive this, mate. Those old pots’ll take you from nought to twenty miles an hour in about ten seconds. No trouble at all.’
    ‘I’ll be extremely careful,’ replied Mick.
    ‘Shit! Look at that. An old Philco Diamond Grid battery.’ Jimmy stared at the motor then shut the bonnet. ‘US Royal Chord tyres, too,’ he said. ‘And there’s still tread on them.’ Jimmy gave the front tyre a tap with his boot then walked round the back.
    ‘Hey, Mick,’ said Jimmy. ‘Come here.’
    Mick walked over and Jimmy pointed out two holes a metre apart, running down beside the back window. ‘What are these? They look like bullet holes.’
    ‘Bullet holes?’ Mick poked his finger in one of the holes. ‘Nahh. The old girl’s probably poked them in there with her walking stick. She wields it like a samurai sword.’
    ‘Whatever,’ shrugged Jimmy. He gave the old Maxwell a last once-over then turned to Mick. ‘Anyway, come on,’ he said. ‘Let’s get the show on the road.’
    Mick took Jimmy over to the roller door that had replaced whatever was there before. Jimmy gripped the plastic knob in his powerful hand, gave it a twist, pushed up and the roller door rattled open in a cloud of dust. Once the door was open, Jimmy backed his tow truck down the driveway, got a CO 2 bottle from the cabin andpumped the tyres up on the Maxwell. Before long he had the steering wheel secured, a chain under the chassis and the old Maxwell was being dragged up onto the metal tray on the back of the truck. Jimmy lowered the tray and turned to Mick.
    ‘All right, I’ll see you back at the garage.’
    ‘Righto.’
    Mick watched Jimmy drive off with the old Maxwell sitting grandly on the back of the truck, then walked across to the house. Mrs Hedstrom was still seated in the kitchen looking even more rancorous than before. Before Mick could say anything, she attacked.
    ‘My God!’ barked the old lady. ‘Could you have made any more noise out there? You’ve scared the tripe out of the cat. I don’t know where it is.’
    ‘Sorry about that, Mrs Hedstrom,’ apologised Mick. ‘But we couldn’t help it. Would you like me to go and look for her?’
    ‘No. You’ve done enough damage as it is. Bloody great truck. The whole house was shaking.’
    ‘Yeah,’ said Mick. ‘Jimmy makes a bit of noise all right.’
    ‘Nnngrhh!’
    ‘Anyway, I have to go, Mrs Hedstrom,’ said Mick, picking his things up from the table. ‘Nowwill you be all right with all that money? I can drive you down to the bank if you want.’
    ‘All right?’ snapped Mrs Hedstrom. ‘Well of course I’ll be all right. You don’t think I’d trust you with it, do you?’
    ‘Sorry,’ Mick apologised again. ‘I was only trying to help.’
    ‘Trying to help! You already tried to steal it back once. Anyway. The nurse will be along later to bandage my leg,’ grunted Mrs Hedstrom. ‘She’ll take me to the bank.’
    ‘That’s good.’ Despite the old lady being an absolute beast from hell, Mick still gave her a smile. ‘Well, I’ll be on my way, Mrs Hedstrom,’ he said. ‘It’s been lovely to have met you. And thank you for the car. I’ll…I’ll look after it.’
    The old lady gave Mick a sly look. ‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ she said.
    Mick checked his receipt book and looked in his pockets. ‘No. I don’t think so.’
    ‘What about these, you idiot?’ Mrs Hedstrom held up two keys attached to a black leather tab. ‘You won’t get far without the keys.’
    ‘Oh, the car keys.’ Mick snapped his fingers. ‘Gee thanks, Mrs Hedstrom. I forgot all about them.’
    ‘Stupid bloody fool,’ growled Mrs Hedstrom. ‘You’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on.’
    ‘I guess something must have distracted me,’ smiled Mick, taking the keys from the old lady.
    ‘Nrnngrhh!’
    ‘Well, goodbye, Mrs Hedstrom,’ said Mick. ‘It’s