Soon the sound of a tow truck was heard coming up the drive. Elena nodded to Danielle and slipped out to meet Dave, the driver.<br/><br/>He was gazing at the truck with wide eyes. He gave a low whistle as Elena caught up to him.<br/><br/>"What happened, 'Lena?" he turned to look at her. "This wasn't no wreck, girl; look here -" He squatted and shone his flashlight on the deep gouges in the side. "This here looks like claw marks." He shook his head. "Ain't seen nothin' like that since the time that lioness took after that truck on National Geographic." He grinned at her.<br/><br/>"Good thing I ain't on speakin' terms with the sheriff." Elena laughed with him. The town sheriff was Dave's younger brother; it was well known the two didn't get along.<br/><br/>"I'll clear this out," he said quietly. "Any requests as to where it ends up?"<br/><br/>"I don't think so, Dave," she answered just as quietly. "This one's for the compressor, eh?" She smiled. "Or piece it out if you can."<br/><br/>He looked at it as his partner pulled the lever to drag it onto the roll-back.<br/><br/>"How much the owner want for it if I buy it outright?" he asked. "I gots one-a these at the yard, could use some of these pieces - and if the motor's any good, I could drop it in."<br/><br/>"I'll let you know," she answered. "He's in the house - could be he'd want to meet you - hold on."<br/><br/>She strolled back to the house looking for Charles.