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really suspect anybody.
I’m really just looking for a starting place.”
“Who is the client?”
“Tammy McHenry,”
“Really, she is a hot little
thing, I remember.” Eddie leered.
Well, I could tell him how hot.
“Yeah, can you pull this deal and
see where these trucks came from?”
Eddie went to a file cabinet and
brought back two files, “These trucks were part of a deal I made at the auction
out West. I bought ten trucks coming off lease from Vanguard Leasing. You
could call them to verify. Don’t know who was driving them before. You’re gonna
have to get your starting place elsewhere.”
“One quick favor, Eddie, can I use
your credit bureau account to pull a credit check on a dead-beat dad?” I asked.
“Yeah, but you need to buy your
next car from me, you hear. Getting close to that time, too,” he said; nodding
out the window toward my sled.
With this, Eddie shook my hand and
left. I was alone in his office. I pulled a chair up to his computer and
started typing Georgie Parker’s name into the credit bureau software. I would
soon see if I could get Tammy’s friend Kim some child support.
What my two new clients lacked in
ability to pay, they were making up for in intrigue. Especially Tammy. I
better start doing some sit ups again. She had stayed thin with the Virginia
Slims diet. Cheap cigars didn’t seem to be helping my gut.
Never give anyone you do not fully
trust your date of birth. Did you know that with your correct address, date of
birth and name, anyone can pull your credit report, view public records and
also send black balloons when you turn forty?
I printed out a credit bureau
report on Georgie using his date of birth and his mom’s home address. There
were a few recent inquiries and a new address reported in Macon, Georgia. So, Georgie went to Georgia. That fit neatly.
At seven Sunday evening, I was at
Tammy’s Grandmother’s house again. We sat in the simply furnished den, me on
an orange velvet chair, Tammy on the old area rug that was on the worn hardwood
floor. She was folding laundry while Hannah watched TV. I folded a few things
absently while we talked, trying to be helpful. I put down a kitchen towel and
picked up the next item, skimpy lace panties. I blushed, throwing them back in
the basket. Tammy laughed.
“You know, Grandma Tuttle should
not wear those. Act her age, you know?” I laughed. “What is this thing?” I
said, holding up a strange baby garment. It was like a t-shirt with a snapping
flap at the bottom.
“It’s a onesie. It makes changing
diapers easy and kinda helps keep diapers in place. Keeps ‘em from leaking.
It’s top and bottom underwear for babies.” Now she knew the extent of my diaper
experience.
“You know,” I said “A larger
version of these could be used to prevent a problem that has plagued plumbers
for years. A prominently visible butt crack.”
Tammy laughed as she nodded in agreement.
She did appreciate some of my humor.
We had discussed some of our plans
tonight. I reviewed what we were going to do one more time.
“Ok, so tonight we put a note in
the car saying we will meet them at the mall tomorrow night. I’ll follow you
out there and we’ll leave my car at McDonald’s, next to the mall. I climb into
the bed of the truck and hide under a blanket. Then you leave the truck in the
parking lot at Oakridge mall just like they asked. Then, you walk back to
McDonald’s and appear to leave in my car. If no one is following you pull back
around Sears Auto Center and watch the truck from there. If anyone follows you,
drive to the Oakridge Police station. I will wait for whoever comes for the
truck.” This was to be the macho part where I surprise and apprehend the bad
guy and get him to take me to the other truck.
“I like it, but I don’t like
taking the truck out there. I mean, there is a chance they could take it from
us and I’d have nothing. Can’t we just ride
I’m really just looking for a starting place.”
“Who is the client?”
“Tammy McHenry,”
“Really, she is a hot little
thing, I remember.” Eddie leered.
Well, I could tell him how hot.
“Yeah, can you pull this deal and
see where these trucks came from?”
Eddie went to a file cabinet and
brought back two files, “These trucks were part of a deal I made at the auction
out West. I bought ten trucks coming off lease from Vanguard Leasing. You
could call them to verify. Don’t know who was driving them before. You’re gonna
have to get your starting place elsewhere.”
“One quick favor, Eddie, can I use
your credit bureau account to pull a credit check on a dead-beat dad?” I asked.
“Yeah, but you need to buy your
next car from me, you hear. Getting close to that time, too,” he said; nodding
out the window toward my sled.
With this, Eddie shook my hand and
left. I was alone in his office. I pulled a chair up to his computer and
started typing Georgie Parker’s name into the credit bureau software. I would
soon see if I could get Tammy’s friend Kim some child support.
What my two new clients lacked in
ability to pay, they were making up for in intrigue. Especially Tammy. I
better start doing some sit ups again. She had stayed thin with the Virginia
Slims diet. Cheap cigars didn’t seem to be helping my gut.
Never give anyone you do not fully
trust your date of birth. Did you know that with your correct address, date of
birth and name, anyone can pull your credit report, view public records and
also send black balloons when you turn forty?
I printed out a credit bureau
report on Georgie using his date of birth and his mom’s home address. There
were a few recent inquiries and a new address reported in Macon, Georgia. So, Georgie went to Georgia. That fit neatly.
At seven Sunday evening, I was at
Tammy’s Grandmother’s house again. We sat in the simply furnished den, me on
an orange velvet chair, Tammy on the old area rug that was on the worn hardwood
floor. She was folding laundry while Hannah watched TV. I folded a few things
absently while we talked, trying to be helpful. I put down a kitchen towel and
picked up the next item, skimpy lace panties. I blushed, throwing them back in
the basket. Tammy laughed.
“You know, Grandma Tuttle should
not wear those. Act her age, you know?” I laughed. “What is this thing?” I
said, holding up a strange baby garment. It was like a t-shirt with a snapping
flap at the bottom.
“It’s a onesie. It makes changing
diapers easy and kinda helps keep diapers in place. Keeps ‘em from leaking.
It’s top and bottom underwear for babies.” Now she knew the extent of my diaper
experience.
“You know,” I said “A larger
version of these could be used to prevent a problem that has plagued plumbers
for years. A prominently visible butt crack.”
Tammy laughed as she nodded in agreement.
She did appreciate some of my humor.
We had discussed some of our plans
tonight. I reviewed what we were going to do one more time.
“Ok, so tonight we put a note in
the car saying we will meet them at the mall tomorrow night. I’ll follow you
out there and we’ll leave my car at McDonald’s, next to the mall. I climb into
the bed of the truck and hide under a blanket. Then you leave the truck in the
parking lot at Oakridge mall just like they asked. Then, you walk back to
McDonald’s and appear to leave in my car. If no one is following you pull back
around Sears Auto Center and watch the truck from there. If anyone follows you,
drive to the Oakridge Police station. I will wait for whoever comes for the
truck.” This was to be the macho part where I surprise and apprehend the bad
guy and get him to take me to the other truck.
“I like it, but I don’t like
taking the truck out there. I mean, there is a chance they could take it from
us and I’d have nothing. Can’t we just ride
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