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Marcus answers the door wearing only plaid blue pajama bottoms, and the view of chiseled abs does absolutely nothing for me. I move into his ranch-style home, beeline for the tiny kitchen and slap a piece of paper on the counter.
"This is what I need." I explain the plan, then dial a number on my cell phone and hold it out toward him. "Call them."
He studies the page, then looks at me. "A phone call? That's it? For a thousand bucks?"
I shrug. "It's five am. I figure I owe you graveyard rates. But you have to sell it. Otherwise…”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it.” He sighs and starts the call.
"Put it on speaker," I whisper.
He obliges but glares at me while he does it.
"Eurowatch Assistance, how may I help you?” Of course, the female voice carries the haughty British accent I’d come to expect when dealing with the English car brand.
Marcus clears his throat. “Hello. My name is Brant Sharp, and I’m afraid I need help in locating my car.”
"Certainly, Mr. Sharp. May I ask, is this a theft?”
I hadn’t prepped him for that question and shake my head, but he is already ahead of me, his mouth curving into a smile as he delivers a wry chuckle that sounds very convincing. “No, nothing like that. I’m afraid I’ve just lost track of it.”
“I understand. To begin, I will need to ask you a series of security questions to verify your identity. It’s for your own protection.”
"Go ahead.” Marcus leans back against his kitchen counter and holds the paper in front of him, his attention on the details I’ve written there.
"What is the VIN of the car you would like to track?"
“J2R43L2KS14JD799F," he recites.
"Please hold while I pull up your profile." A series of keystrokes clicks through the speaker.
I exhale, hoping I have enough information. I had copied all of the details on the car’s purchase from the file, as well as his personal identification items. I can't imagine that Aston Martin knows much more than what was presented at the time of purchase.
"Mr. Sharp, may I have your address please?"
“My current address is 23 Ocean's Bluff Drive."
"And your driver's license number?"
There are three more questions and Marcus passes each of them with flying colors. We both let out a breath when the woman moves on.
"Please hold while we locate the vehicle."
I give Marcus a thumbs up and he rubs his fingers together. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out his cash and toss it onto the counter. Knotting my hands together, I close my eyes and wait for the voice to give me a hint to my soulmate's location.
“Mr. Sharp, if you have a pen, I have the location."
I open my eyes and move closer, and my stomach heaves. I feel like throwing up, but I haven’t eaten anything in almost a day.
"Go ahead.” Marcus pushes the page toward me, along with a pen.
"8912 Evergreen Trail, San Francisco, California. Please know that, if you wish, we can remotely disable the engine."
Marcus glances at me, and I shake my head in response. "That won't be necessary. Thank you for your help."
"Thank you for calling Eurowatch, Mr. Sharp. And thank you for being a member of the Aston Martin family."
Marcus reaches out and ends the call. "That help?"
