How's your stage makeup holding together?"
"You tell me. The cheek implants felt odd and they kept shifting. I was
afraid to talk for fear of spitting on Paul."
Grinning, Cade asked, "Want me to find you some, uh... super glue?"
Giving him a droll look, Mandi said, "Very funny."
Pointing at a nearly-new white Crown Victoria in a line of similar cars,
Cade chuckled and said, "Just like Pearl Harbor. All lined up in neat rows.
That's the one we want."
He opened the door for Mandi and handed her into the car, then got in and
drove the car to the loading docks. Manuel hopped down from the dock and pulled
a red plastic five-gallon gas can and some hose from behind some boxes.
A few minutes later the car's gas tank was more or less empty and Manuel had
produced cleaning equipment. By eight-thirty the Crown Vic had been washed,
vacuumed, waxed, and was ready for indoor use as a prop.
While Manuel put things away, Cade dampened one of the hotel towels, put it
into one of the hotel's plastic trashcan-liner baggies, and set the baggie on
the passenger-side floor.
He then hosed the driveway all the way to an empty parking slot and hosed
out the slot itself.
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