He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

voice cut sharply through the heavy air of the garage.

“Carter, you planning to actually finish that timing belt sometime today, or should I just call Mrs. Henderson and tell her to come back next week?”

The voice belonged to Vernon, who had just emerged from what appeared to be the main office. He was tall and rail-thin, with wire-rimmed glasses perched continue reading …