Free BRIDE and DOOM (The Wedding Planner Mysteries Book 2) by Jeanine Spooner Page B

from the last page.
                  “Here it is,” he said. “Are you looking for a name in particular?”
                  “You record vehicle damage, correct? So that no one sues you guys for damage you didn’t cause?”
                  “Yeah that’s right.”
                  “I need to know if there were any black vehicles with extensive damage to the right-hand side. The car would’ve looked as though it had gotten into an accident.”
                  Paco didn’t even have to keep flipping. He remembered.
                  “Black Lexus, I wouldn’t forget it,” he said, meeting her gaze. The right side was crushed from bumper to back door. I’m surprised the front wheel could still spin. That thing shouldn’t be on the road.”
                  “Can you tell me the owner of the vehicle? License plate? Anything?” Kitty asked, excitedly.
                  “I should be able to, hang on.” He went back to flipping through, and then ran his tan finger down a long list of handwritten details—guest name, make of the car, model, color—until finally his finger stopped and he tapped hard against the page. “Right here.”
                  Kitty leaned over his shoulder as he read.
                  “Black Lexus, the guest, oh wait. Weird.”
                  “What?!”
                  “Looks like the name was blacked out with a Sharpie and someone wrote Rebecca Motley above it in pencil.”
                  “Really...” Kitty eyed the sheet and studied the strange edit. “Where’s the license plate number?”
                  Every vehicle listed had its license plate number in the far right column, but the Lexus’ was also blacked out.
                  “Who changed this?” she asked.
                  “It wasn’t me.” He threw his hands up in surrender.
                  “Who has access to this binder?”
                  “The other valets, and of course, our boss.”
                  “Can you give me names?” she pressed.
                  “Hang on,” he said, slipping into the valet stand. When he emerged he had a business card in his hand. “This is the manager, Julio.”
                  Kitty took the card and reviewed it for a cell number. It didn’t appear to have one.
                  “What’s this telephone number?”
                  “That’s the stand here.”
                  This wasn’t entirely helpful.
                  “When will Julio be in next?” she asked.
                  “Ah, it’s the weekend.”
                  “It’s Friday,” she countered.
                  “Julio doesn’t work Fridays, Saturdays, or Sundays.”
                  Julio sounded worse than Sterling Slaughter.
                  “When will the other valets be in?”
                  “Big party tonight,” he mused. “They’ll be in around seven.”
                  He was referring to the rehearsal dinner Kitty had organized. For as forthright as the kid was, he wasn’t much help.
                  “Thanks for your time,” she said, tucking the business card into her purse.
                  "Hang on," he said, once again debating. "Let me jot down Julio's cell."
                  "Thank you!" She waited for him to do just that and hand her the card.
                  As she started through the parking lot, Paco called after her, “If you see that woman, Rebecca, tell her she can’t drive that thing. It’s too dangerous!”
                  “Yeah, I’ll tell her,” Kitty grumbled. “Right after I get a confession.”