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feet, shaking his head. Sorry, Miss Dixon, it’s definitely a blown rod.
    Tracy knew as much about the anatomy of an automobile as she did about the space shuttle,
     but from the expression on his face she knew she had a major problem. I suppose it will
     take quite a while to fix that, she said wistfully.
    Leif was decent enough not to laugh at her ignorance. He actually looked sympathetic as he
     loomed over her. Miss Dixon, it could take Henry a week or more to find parts for that
     car. And even if he can track down an engine, are you sure it’s worth the expense to
     repair a car as old as that one? It’s going to set you back at least two thousand dollars.
     You could sell it to one of those antique car buffs who like to restore old automobiles.
    Tracy spirits hit bottom as she stared at the old Ford. When her mother moved away, she
     left the car for Tracy to use, but it cost quite a bit to park in the lot at her Brooklyn
     apartment. She had been ready to sell the Galaxie or even give it away. Public
     transportation in New York was cheap and convenient, but as long as she was stuck here in
     Allerton, she had to have wheels. She considered herself competent to handle anything that
     came her way, but now she was totally at a loss. She couldn’t afford repairs. She couldn’t
     afford a used car. She couldn’t even afford a rental.
    I need to get to Boston to see Jeff—today. Tracy could hear the quaver in her own voice.
    Leif nodded. OK, we’ll fix you up with a tow, and then I’ll take you to the hospital.
    No. Oh, no, she protested. She had already spent too much time in the company of the chief
     of police. No, I couldn’t ask you to do that. If you would just take me to Plymouth, maybe
     I can catch the train.
    You didn’t ask. I offered. I’m taking you to Boston. His offer sounded suspiciously like
     an order.
    But she had no choice. All her plans to keep a low profile vanished in a cloud of exhaust.
     If she kept protesting, she’d just give him more reason to be suspicious of her. She
     choked out a feeble, Thanks.
    Here we go again.
    
    
     She heaved a weary sigh.
    
    
     So much for avoiding the police.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

More than Great Riches
    CHAPTER III
     
    Leif eased his SUV into the flow of traffic on the interstate. With rush hour over, it
     should be an easy ride into Boston. No ice slicks today. The world was starting to turn
     green again. Maybe winter would finally give up.
    He caught the scent of Tracy’s perfume. He was no authority on perfumes, but she smelled
     like spring flowers. Everything about her baffled him. Her sweetness and innocence just
     didn’t fit the typical criminal profile. But he couldn’t let that influence him. He had
     learned his lesson. Tracy wouldn’t be the first woman to be led astray by a slick,
     fast-talking boyfriend.
    He slanted a quick glance at his passenger. She seemed unusually subdued, huddled against
     the door, staring out at the trees. Of course, she wasn’t too thrilled when he virtually
     kidnapped her this morning. She probably felt as though she were under arrest.
    And she was dealing with some tough issues. Her brother’s life was in jeopardy, her car
     was a disaster, and the NYPD was breathing down her neck. Which was uppermost in her mind?
    He had been debating the best way to keep her under surveillance when that blown rod
     dropped her right into his lap. This was his chance to dig out a little more information
     about her relationship with Rick Timmons.
    Several of Allerton’s upstanding citizens hinted that Tracy Dixon wasn’t the innocent she
     appeared to be. He pressed them for specifics, but nobody gave him anything concrete.
    Others suggested that you couldn’t expect Tracy to be a model citizen. After all, her
     father deserted the family when she and Jeff were just kids, and her mother was one of
     those fluttery, helpless types. The grandparents had to support