His medicine deposit is eight hundred fifty dollars.”

“Everybody’s got a hard-luck story,” Dale barked.

He aimed the filter wrench at the open bay door.

“You left my garage shorthanded right before fall tire changeover, and then you expected me to hand you a nice clean check.”

“You ordered the coins on Tuesday,” I said, pointing at the date printed on the slip.

“I didn’t give you my notice until Friday afternoon.”

Dale’s jaw clenched.