Chapter 113

"I'll swing by in a few days and see if he's still here. If not, I'll have another chat with the owner and let him know what a bonehead move that was. I mean, how's a salesman supposed to spot a bent frame without getting down under the car? The owner's got these guys all dressed up in white shirts and ties. If he wants 'em crawling under cars, he oughta let 'em wear coveralls. It's good to be the king," William remarked with a chuckle.

"Papa, you're a riot," Patricia replied, shaking her head in amusement.

"Mr. Zabo, I've got two things that need takin' care of, pronto," William said, addressing someone nearby.

"Stephano, I want you to start calling me William, Dad, or Papa, just like Patricia does. Mister Zabo's a bit too formal, and pretty soon, you'll be my son. I already know one of your requests, and it's already in the works. We're trying to reach ou