voice sounded rough.
“Mrs. Bennett?” A man’s voice, gravelly, as if he’d been crying. “This is Tom Graves from Graves Classic Auto. I have your husband’s car.”
My heart slammed hard enough to hurt.
“What?” I whispered. “The Shelby?”
“Yes,” he said quickly. “Your son brought it in on Wednesday. Mrs. Bennett, I need you to come to the dealership right now continue reading …
