ABSTRACT
The captain shot a brief but annoyed glance at the overhead light. “We’ve got, what we thought, is an unclaimed vehicle in impound, a white Subaru station wagon,” the captain replied, placing the fingers of his right hand lightly on the manila folder and skimming it back and forth across a small clearing on the top of his desk. “We were just about to sell it off on auction when Gonzales over in Motor Pool noticed a large stain on the cargo liner.”
