Not Fully Vetted
by Paul Finnigan
“Well I’ll
be a son of a bitch,” muttered Vern Kravchuk
as he leafed through The Farnham Chronicle. A
1978 VETTE AND IN MINT CONDITION.
Ever since he
was a kid Chevy’s CORVETTE Stingray was Vern’s
favourite car. His uncle Mike had owned one and
had been the envy of every guy in town. Not only
was the vette the smoothest, raciest car on the
road, but you could always pick up the best
looking girls if you drove one. Uncle Mike was
always cruising around with a perfect ten.
Vern clipped
the ad from the newspaper and began to study the
finer details. Red, 1978, four-speed transmission
with a white shag interior and an asking price of
only $3100.00. It was almost too good to be true.
The contact was Art Lever. Vern raced to the
telephone.
“Hello,”
came a response.
“Hello,
is this Mr. Lever?”
“Yes.”
“Mr.
Lever, I’m very interested in seeing that
car you listed in today’s newspaper.
“Sure,
but you’d better not waste any time,”
Lever replied. “I’ve already had three
calls about it this morning.”
“What’s
the address, sir?””
“48
Darkside Lane.”
“Darkside
Lane!” yelled Vern. “I’m on my way.”
Vern beetled
out the door sprinting to the address in four
minutes flat. Panting, he banged on the door.
“C’mon
in.”
Vern’s
heart sank to his knees when his eyes finally
fixed on the car. For there, parked in a corner
of the garage sat a glimmering, candy apple red,
Chevy CHEVETTE.
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