Patricia pulled a folded notebook page from her purse. A name, a phone number, an address, two messy signatures. No title. No VIN. No license copy. Nothing legal.
“Did you give him the title?”
“No. I couldn’t find it.”
“Did he ask for it?”
“He said he would handle that later.”
My stomach dropped.
“Did you check his ID?”
“He paid cash.”
“That is not an answer.”
She stiffened. “Don’t use that tone with me. I helped you.”
