“I am,” I said.

“Court order says I haul this Buick to the impound lot on River Road until tomorrow morning.”

I reached into my bag and took out my key ring, working the ignition key off its small brass ring.

“The spare tire in the trunk belongs to my late father’s farm.”

“It stays with the vehicle until the judge rules tomorrow,” he said, hooking the iron cable around the front bumper frame.

“Nobody removes anything once the tow bar’s locked in place.”