R.H. dismissed him with a wave, then began straightening the stack of papers in front of him.
Jack stepped up to the front edge of the desk. “I got a call from Tom Ingram’s secretary this morning. Someone tried to break into the trailer in her driveway last night. She wanted to move the Corvette into storage, but I told her it would be safe at the house for a few days. I just ran over there and dropped it off.”
R.H. paused in the act of tapping the edge of the papers on the desk. “The Corvette is at my house?”
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