John Barry: All the props for a good mystery are there: dank parking garage, bad lighting, moldy stairs from level to level, a scarcity of living human beings.
The Buick Regal Limited is on Level 3. It's not parked, it's embedded, like statuary from an archaeological dig. It's 24 years old and battleship gray. It lies under a three-year layer of grit.
The Florida tag in the back window expired in February 2006. A stack of monthly Central Parking System stubs is stuck under the windshield wipers. One pulled at random says SEP 05. Underneath, there's a faded, unread note and phone number from a nice lady named Alyson: "Hi, I just backed into your car. I don't think I did any damage, but…
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