Part Nine: Peoria

I drove to Peoria on the Monday morning, the sixteenth of September, with the folder on the passenger seat, four hours before the appointment on the card.

It is an authorised third-party provider in a strip unit between a nail place and a Vietnamese restaurant.

Arizona lets private businesses do a great deal of motor vehicle work that other states make you queue at a government counter for, and they charge you for it, and they are generally better at it.

There were nine people waiting.