Later, after almost a full day's work, a silver Corvette drove by. I squinted at the shaded windows and then at the license plate as it cruised on down the street. I saw a C and a G on the plate and a broken brake light. Was it the silver Corvette I'd seen following Isabella? Chances were high. It was the first Corvette I'd seen since the night forty-eight of them had been stolen.

"Boxy?" I was already reaching for my car keys in my pocket, my eyes pinned to the Corvette. ...