“Give me until tomorrow to get the emergency injunction filed,” Arthur said.

I hung up and got back into my car.

I turned the key.

The engine sputtered hard and shook the whole steering column before it finally caught.

I pulled out onto Grand Avenue, heading toward Riverfront Market.

I needed to figure out how to get a cash advance or beg Mr.

Davis for more time on the rent.

The check engine light flashed a harsh red on the dashboard.