“Someone backed into me in the parking lot.”
A muscle twitched in his jaw. “So it wasn’t your fault?”
She shook her head. “The guy apologized all over the place.”
“You have a police report?”
Again she shook her head. “We exchanged information.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a rumpled piece of paper onto which she’d written the man’s name, phone number and driver’s license number.
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера: