It hadn’t changed.

Sarah hung up.

“They need a copy of the registration and the LLC letter.”

“Send them.”

She took the sandwich back and had a bite.

“For the record, I hope he cries.”

I put the other half of my sandwich in the mini fridge and pushed the door shut until the seal caught.

“Oh, and,” Sarah said, “the tow driver wanted to know what happens if somebody comes out screaming.”