The 4:10 Tow
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Tow yard officeLight snow02:14
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the tow line phone ringing twice, sharp, in the cinderblock office
the space heater ticking, a chair leg scraping as Roo turns from the scanner
Roo Kowalczyk: Kowalczyk Towing. Yeah, I got the booking. Gray Buick, Elk Run, four ten.
Graham Ashby: Oh thank God. Thank God. Listen. Listen to me. I'm not... I don't know who you are. Are you one of them? Just tell me straight. Are you with them?
Roo Kowalczyk: Okay. Okay. Take a breath, mister.
Graham Ashby: Ashby. Graham Ashby. My daughter Nell, she's twenty-four, they took her Tuesday, and I did what the man said, I left the money in the trunk at that rest area and I walked away and I didn't call anybody. Except the tow company. That's you. That's you, right?
the CB on the shelf cracking to life, Stan's voice coming through the speaker under a wash of static
Stan Kowalczyk: Base to Marge. It's two in the morning, kiddo. Who's on your line? That the four ten?
Roo Kowalczyk: Hang on, Ashby.
Roo Kowalczyk: Don't hang up. Don't say another word till I tell you.
the office door latch turning as Roo reaches for the CB mic