David Turner knew his place. A chauffeur for nearly eight years and a member of the Kane staff for almost three, he well versed on the etiquette of his profession as well as what was required by Addison Kane, so he had just run out of conversation. It wasn’t his place to question Joanna’s presence in the garage, so he returned Joanna’s smile with one of his own and waited for her to speak.

Joanna hadn’t been in many garages in her life. The last was years before when she had been told her father’s car wasn’t worth repairing, yet it seemed to her that all garages looked the same. Tools were scattered about. The floor was stained with spots of oil and grease, and the air smelled of tire rubber and petrol, so as Joanna looked past David to what was before her, she was confused.

A single row of fluorescent lights running the length of the ceiling lit up a broad walkway down the center of the building, and the black-and-white tile floor it illuminated was shiny and clean. Although there was a hint of automobile polish and petrol in the air, from where she stood Joanna couldn’t see a car or even a tool cabinet.

“David?” she said, looking up at the man.

“Yes, miss.”

“I thought this was the garage.”

“It is, miss.”

“Then where are the cars?”

David seemed to grow an inch or two taller, and reaching over he flicked on the remaining seven switches. As he flipped each toggle, arrays of LED downlights on each side of the building sprang to life, and as they did, Joanna’s eyes bulged. No longer in the shadows, before her was twenty-four collectible automobiles lovingly polished to brilliance, and behind each, was a tall, red tool chest assigned to that particular car.

“Oh, my God,” Joanna said, taking in the view. “I had no idea there were so many.”

“There’s actually two more. George is driving the ‘58 Bentley today, and the ‘84 Daimler is in the paint room.”

“The paint room?”

“It’s a small garage just through that door,” David said, pointing toward the far corner of the building. “It’s where we touch up dents and scratches when they happen.”

“I’d hate to be you having to explain to Addison how one of these cars got dented.”

A glint of humor appeared in David’s eyes. “Yes, well...um...she takes it in stride, as they say,” he said, trying hard not to grin. “So, should I tell you about the cars?”

“Yes, please,” Joanna said with a nod.

David’s face lit up the garage, and motioning for Joanna to follow him, he moved nearer the line of cars on the right. “These are all the limos and touring sedans. The first nine are Rolls-Royces, and the last three are Bentleys.”

“Nice.”