Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 62

The mechanic studied the picture again.

"Oh, yeah. Couldn't forget a dame like that. She was in here a couple of weeks ago. Fixed a flat tire for her."

"Did she give you a name?" I asked, thinking maybe I'd finally struck pay dirt.

"If she did I don't remember it, Mac. But I could never forget that face or body."

I exhaled sharply.

"Do you have any information about her?" I asked, feeling deflated.

"No, just her license plate number. Want that?"

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble," I said.

"Nah," he said, walking back to the garage...