When we pulled into the parking lot of the simple garage, a man that resembled Alexander, though with a few gray hairs, walked out with a smile. “You must be John Kinsley.” he greeted, wiping his hands with a cloth before offering it. “You look just like your brother. Not that I’ve met my man, but I’ve seen pictures. I still owe him a drink for letting my boy spend so much time at his place and whipping him into better shape.” Robert Whitland smiled. “Pleasure, sir. And yes, I’m John. This is my girlfriend Sarael, and the grump in the back is her nephew. We’re here to pick up her car.” I greeted, shaking his hand. “Right, right. The Ford Alexander towed here yesterday. Got it all ready for you, Miss.” he nodded, giving a warm smile to Sarael. “Thank you so much for letting it be towed here. I don’t know what happened with it, but it just wouldn’t start back up for me. I had to take an uber to my next appo
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