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this doing at the Kenworth Estate, anyway? It looked brand-new, although its license plate showed that it was actually three years old. A BMW X3, metallic silver with alloy wheels and sports trim, leather interior and electric sunroof, parked there as if it should be in some swanky showroom.
    Incredible.
    â€œWhere do you think that came from?” Harry asked. He had a squeaky voice, the result of all his smoking, and he almost purposefully brutalized every word. “Whe’ d’ya fink tha’ caym frum?”
    â€œI don’t know, Haz,” Jason replied. He was already wondering what Harry would do. Run a key down the paintwork, certainly. And perhaps more.
    â€œHow much do you think it’s worth?”
    â€œI got no idea.” In fact, Jason guessed its value would be around $25,000. The latest X3 went for about $40,000 new. He’d read that in a magazine. But it was always better to keep his mouth shut when he was with Harry. Being too clever with someone like that could be bad for your well-being.
    â€œWho’d park something like that around here?” Harry looked across the surrounding wasteland, back toward the pub and across to the estate. There was nobody in sight. It was a cold day and drizzling. The winter months were drawing in.
    â€œWhat you gonna do, Haz?”
    Harry hadn’t decided yet, but Jason could see all sorts of possibilities traveling across his eyes like prizes on a game show. The DVD player, the cuddly toy, the twenty-grand four-by-four . . .
    â€œLet’s get another drink,” Jason went on. It was three o’clock in the afternoon and the pub would be closed by now, but there was something about the BMW that made him want to move on. It shouldn’t have been there. It was weird. And there was something else. . . .
    â€œNah. Wait a minute.” Harry was still deep in thought. “That’s a nice car,” he said. “And it’s here. And there’s nobody about.”
    â€œWho’d leave a car like that out here?” Jason asked, almost exactly echoing what Harry had said a few moments before.
    â€œLet’s take a closer look.”
    â€œYou think it’s safe?” Jason wasn’t sure why he’d said that.
    â€œYou think that little diddy car is going to get up and bite you?” Harry giggled. “It’s safe!”
    The two of them went up to the X3. It had tinted windows. The bodywork was gleaming. Inside, the brilliantly polished dashboard made Jason think of a sleeping tiger. He wanted to turn the key, to hear the growl of the engine, to feel the power that would come as the dials and gauges lit up.
    The key.
    It was in the ignition.
    Harry had seen it too. “You see that?” he whispered.
    â€œYeah, Harry.”
    â€œThey left the key in the car.”
    â€œLet’s get out of here, Harry.”
    â€œWhat you talking about, Jace? They left the bloody key in the bloody car.” Harry took another look around. “And there’s no one here.”
    It was true. The drizzle was bouncing off the tarmac, sweeping across the grim, uneven grass, hanging between the electricity pylons. It was keeping people indoors.
    Harry opened the door of the BMW.
    Even then, Jason thought that it must be a trick, that an alarm would go off and a dozen policemen would appear out of nowhere, pouncing on them and dragging them off to the nearest juvenile hall. But no policemen came. There was just the soft clunk of the lock disengaging and then they were looking inside a car that they couldn’t have afforded if they’d both worked twenty-four hours a day for an entire year.
    â€œAre you thinking what I’m thinking?” Harry whispered.
    â€œYou bet,” Jason replied, although part of him wondered if Harry ever thought very much at all.
    â€œLet’s do it!”
    They were inside the car before they knew it. And then came the wonderful moment when the doors closed and