Honey, this key couldn't possibly fit that old lock. She bit her lip and pointed at the trunk. Okay, I thought, Henrie you've been in weird spots before but this just might take the cake. First thing's first. I need to get this little girl to safety, and then somehow get into that blasted trunk.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
The sheriff was chasing the Range Rover and butterflies were chasing around my midsection. I've got a plan, one that involves a lot of intelligence and a little bit of luck. I need to see Fred Hergt. Fred was a local antique dealer and a close friend, and he was just eccentric enough to help me pull off my plan. I slowly pulled up in front of Fred's shop on Main Street.