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without a warrant.”
    Darius balled his fist and hit him in the stomach. He watched Griff fall to the wet, oily dirt. “How’s that for a warrant, fat man?” He pushed Griff to the side with his foot as he tried to catch his breath, and slid the garage door open. He grinned and shook his head. “Griff, Griff, Griff…now why would you have your men working on a vehicle out of sight of the public eye?”
    The startled pair of workers stopped dismantling a fairly new Trooper SUV as Griff struggled to his feet. “Ain’t no law…” he fought to get his breath back, “against it.”
    Darius walked around to the back of the vehicle and read the familiar license plate. He then looked at Griff. “How about I run these plates and see who the owner is?”
    Griff grimaced and looked at his workers. “Y’all get outta here. Go unload those cars off the flatbed.” The two black men placed their tools on the engine of the fenderless and hoodless vehicle, gave Darius a curious glance and left.
    Darius looked inside and saw a blonde wig on the floor where the passenger seat used to be.
You must have been in one hell of a hurry to get away, Trenda.
He stepped back and looked around the garage. Air bags, leather seats, chrome rims and other expensive car parts—in remarkably good condition—crowded the cluttered garage. “Griff, tell me where Trenda is or I’m gonna call the fellas from the Regional Auto Theft Team down here and have them go over your inventory with you.”
    â€œFuck!” Griff glared at Darius. “How do I know you ain’t gonna keep harrassin’ me even if I do tell you?”
    Darius walked over to a rack full of top quality in-dash CD and DVD players and picked one up. “You don’t.” He walked back over and stood in front of Griff. “But I guarantee if you don’t, every time you open your eyes, you’re gonna see the world through prison bars.”
    Griff removed the unfinished cigar from his pocket, put it in the corner of his mouth and chewed on it as he pondered his future. “She was here a couple days ago tryin’ to sell me her truck. I bought it and dropped her off on North Charles Street. I ain’t seen or heard from her since.”
    â€œWhere was she going?”
    â€œI dunno; she didn’t say, and I didn’t ask.”
    â€œWhere did you drop her off?”
    â€œI told you I dropped her off on North Charles Street.”
    Darius grabbed a handful of Griff’s thick beard. “Think hard, muthafucka. Did you drop her off at a house, business, movie theater, what?”
    Griff broke free of his grip and rubbed his sore chin. “Owww, fuck!” He glared at Darius. “All I remember is droppin’ her off by a big Laundromat on North Charles and East Madison.”
    â€œWhat time was it when you dropped her off?”
    â€œFuck, I dunno…it was kinda late…around midnight.”
    Darius looked at the expensive combination in-dash CD/DVD player in his hand. “If I find out you’re lyin’, I’m gonna come back, put you in the trunk of one of these cars and run it through the car crusher. You got that?”
    Griff narrowed his eyes and mumbled, “Yeah, I got that.”
    Darius pulled the cigar out of Griff’s mouth, flicked it away and shoved him against the stripped SUV. “I didn’t hear you, fat-ass.”
    â€œI
said
I heard you.”
    Darius let go of Griff, tucked the CD/DVD player under his arm, went into his jacket pocket and handed him one of his cards. “Call me if she shows up or contacts you. I’ll be back to check on you real soon.” He looked at the stacks of chrome rims in the far corner. “Oh, and make sure you get me some nice twenty-six-inch rims for my Escalade. I’ll be expecting them next time I see you.”
    Griff huffed. “When the hell is that gonna