January 31, 2010
Jack, Jr. looked at the car Elmo was driving. What could he do to rig the car to make it look like an accident? The brake tampering had failed in New Orleans and he darn near got figured out and his Dad still might be piecing those together and the New Orleans police haven’t yet closed the case. Electrical wiring has possibilities, but again probably traceable. He remembered his dad talking about a recall in the 1970’s when engine mounts on cars failed and the engine dropped causing the accelerator to drop to the floor. He went to the garage and looked around to see if there were any worn bolts and nuts for engine mounts. He went into the computer to see if they had worked on any in the last week or so. And there it was, just yesterday in Bay 3. He grabbed a large muffler box out of the trash. He went to Bay 3 and talked to the mechanic, Bart. “Bart, you still got the engine mounts and parts, you took off that muscle car yesterday?” “Yessir, but why do you want them?” Bart asked inquisitively. “Corporate wants them to see if this is a bad batch or not”, Junior fired back. “Cool”, Bart replied as he handed put the parts into the muffler box and handed the box to Junior. Junior headed back to his office, sealed up the box. Now he had to figure out how to swap out the parts and not have the engine fall on him and crush him in the process. .
After Bart handed over the parts,
Beau Beaudine was watching TV when the ad came on and there he was the man from the bar, Jack Jenkins, stud football player and car dealer. “Car dealer! I hate $%!@ car dealers!”
Beau went into the kitchen and confronted Sally. “Sally, do you know Jack Jenkins”. Sally always assumed that her husband watched her, but she had to play this one just the way she rehearsed it. Show animation and anger at Jack, that was the tract. “Yes, I saw him in a bar the other day when I went for a coke to wait for the kids to get home from school, he tried to pick me up, but I told him to buzz off”, she replied from her mental script. “I told him I had a man twice as good as him, and why was he trolling bars for younger women anyways”. “Good job, honey, you cut that man’s balls right oft”, Beau exclaimed. “Good thing, too, I’d have killed both of you. Now stay away from that bar, you hear.”