He took out his gun, sidled around the barn’s north nike jordan heels side, was gone a fewminutes, returned with the weapon reholstered. “Show-and-tell time.”
     Double rear doors, ten feet high, were wide enough for a flatbed to drivethrough. Clean, oiled hinges looked freshly installed. A generator large enoughto power a trailer park chugged. Behind us some kind of bird trilled but didn’tshow itself. Tire tracks scored the dirt, a frenzy of tread marks, too many tomake sense jordan heels of.
     Near the right-hand door a padlock lay on the dirt.
     I said, “You found it that way?”
     “That’s the official story.”
     The barn had no hayloft. Just a three-story cavity, cathedral-sized, vaultedby stout, weathered rafters, walls tacked with white drywall. Dust filters likethe one we’d seen in the PlayHouse garage whirred every twenty feet or so. Anantique gravity gas pump stood to the right of an immaculate authentic louis vuitton damier bags worktable. Shinytools in a punchboard rack, chamois cloths folded into neat squares, tins ofpaste wax, chrome polish, saddle soap.
     A flagstone spine wide enough for a four-horse march ran up the center ofthe room. Both sides were lined with what Dr. Walter Maclntyre had conceived ashorse stalls.
     The doors were gone and the concrete floors were swept clean. Eachcompartment held a gas-eating steed.
     Milo and I walked cheap louis vuitton monogram bags up the flagstone. Helooked into each car, placed his hand on the hoods.
     A quartet of Corvettes. Two bathtub Porsches, one with a racing number onits door. Brad Dowd’s newer silver roadster, a black Jaguar D-Type, lurked likea weapon, unmindful of the cream Packard Clipper towering snobbishly in thenext stall.
     Slot after slot, filled with lacquered, chromed sculpture. Red FerrariDaytona, the monstrous baby-blue ’59 Caddy Brad chanel handbags had driven to Nora’s house,silver AC Cobra, bronze GTO.
     Every hood cold.
     Milo straightened from the deep bend ittook to inspect a yellow Pantera. Walked to the far wall and surveyed thecollection. “A boy and his hobbies.”
     “The Daytona costs as much as a house,” I said. “Either he pays himself ahuge salary, or he’s been siphoning.”