"how does one misplace three cars?!"

 Late Sunday afternoon…

I could tell Chad’s gears in his brain were spinning like he was trying hard to figure something out after he came in from the garage. He finally spoke up.

“Now…here’s an odd question for you. Ok well maybe not SO odd because it’s you but…” he paused. “Why do you have a three-car garage with no cars in it? Don’t you have a car, Red?” he asked.

I didn’t quite know how to answer that question. 

“I’m not sure,” I replied.

He looked at me sideways for a minute. "What do you mean you’re not sure? How does one misplace three cars?!” he asked incredulously.

Technically, I didn’t misplace them. I only knew where one was for sure, and it was crushed three years ago courtesy of the police when I told them I didn’t want it back. (The old Subaru was the car Nick chose to take his own life in.)

There were so many people at the house coming and going for a couple days after Nick’s death that someone may have moved them or borrowed them. I honestly don’t remember.

Chad just looked at me in disbelief. “The Mach 1?! That beautiful bright red and black ‘71 fastback sexy vintage mint condition with original black leather seats to-die-for Mach 1 Mustang?! A car like that don’t just wander off without being heard or seen, Red! You don’t know where it is?! What the…?!”

I knew he loved Nick’s car. He was so envious of it when he saw it for the first time, I think he actually drooled. We’ll just call it “Mustang Envy” for lack of a better term.

“Are you shittin' me?!” he asked.

“No. Maybe somebody moved it out to our storage facility? I don’t know, Chad. I’m sure it will turn up at some point,” was all I could say. Truthfully, I’d not thought about it. “I’ll give Q a call later in the week and ask if he knows where it went, ok?”

Chad pulled out his cell phone. “What’s his number? Let’s call him right now.”

I just looked at Chad, chuckled, and shook my head.