“Your shop’s security camera shows the Mercedes arriving at 2:17 p.m. Monday.”
I nodded.
“That’s when Laura brought it.”
“Exactly.”
He opened another page.
“Now look at this.”
It was a copy of Brent’s insurance claim.
I read it twice.
He had claimed that the accident happened Saturday night.
Then I noticed something.
“He said he was driving the car.”
Daniel nodded.
“But Laura told me she wasn’t there.”
Daniel looked at me.
“That’s one of the inconsistencies we’re investigating.”
I suddenly understood why Laura had been screaming at me at five in the morning.
They weren’t angry because of my invoice.
They were terrified because the document they had signed gave the insurance company something they desperately didn’t want it to have.
Proof.
Proof that the vehicle had been inspected after the supposed accident.
Proof that the damage had been repaired.
Proof that they had accepted the vehicle in good condition.
And most importantly, proof of exactly when the car had been in my shop.
Daniel closed the folder.
“I need copies of everything.”
“You can have them.”
“Photos?”
“Yes.”
“Parts receipts?”
“Yes.”
“Customer authorization?”
I opened another drawer.
“Yes.”
“And the signed completion document?”
I looked at him.
