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Fender Bender [MultiFormat]
eBook by Simon Wood
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Todd thought he could get away with not leaving his insurance details when he backed into a Porsche, but that simple indiscretion puts him on the hook with organized crime.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Small Crimes Anthology, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2008
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [26 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [31 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [155 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [74 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [58 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [39 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [10 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [13 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [40 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [23 KB]
Words: 3743
Reading time: 10-14 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Racing back to his car, Todd cursed the ATM. Why was there always a line when he was in a hurry? His job packing boxes wasn't much, but he didn't want to lose it by being late again. He hopped back into his car and crunched it into reverse. The Honda Accord was way overdue for an overhaul, although an overhaul wouldn't do much for its ancient transmission. It was toast. Half the time, he didn't know what gear he was selecting. The Accord stuttered in the parking stall.
"Get in there, goddamn it."
Gears snarled as Todd struggled to find a forward gear. He jumped off the clutch and the car leapt backwards, slamming into a Porsche Boxster's headlight.
"Shit," he muttered.
His antics had drawn quite a crowd and they'd all witnessed his screw-up. Nowhere to run, he thought. He found first gear without effort this time and eased the Accord forward to assess the extent of the damage.
Everyone had an opinion and had no problem telling him where he'd gone wrong and how much it was going to cost him. He crouched in front of the Porsche and picked at the broken headlight and buckled bumper. There was a couple hundred dollars of damage to the average car, but on the German exotic, he was looking at thousands. His car, the piece of shit that it was, didn't exhibit any signs of damage--just like Todd, who didn't exhibit any signs of insurance.
"Does anyone know who the owner is?" Todd asked.
No one did.
"You'll have to wait," someone suggested.
"I can't. I'm late for work."
"I don't think you have much choice," someone else said.
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