“This is the top-of-the-line XUV model. You got all-wheel drive, fuel injection, four-stroke engine so it’s nice and quiet . . . and let’s see, adjustable shocks, disc brakes, and the best damn warranty you’ll ever get on one of these bad boys. I mean everything you need’s right there. It’s as unstoppable as a tank but you get John Deere comfort and reliability. By the way, I’m Reggie Banks.”

He put his hand out and Bosch shook it.

“Harry.”

“Okay, Harry, nice to meet you. You want to write it up?”

Bosch chuckled like a nervous buyer.

“I know it’s got what I want. I just don’t know if I need it to be brand-new. I didn’t realize these things cost so much. I could almost buy a car.”

“Worth every penny, though. Plus we got a rebate program that’ll take some of the sting off.”

“Yeah, how much of the sting?”

“Five hundred cash back and two fifty in service coupons. I could talk to my manager about knocking a dollar or two off the sticker. But he won’t go much. We sell a lot of these things.”

“Yeah, but why do I need service coupons when you say the thing runs like a tank?”

“Maintenance and upkeep, my man. Those coupons will cover you at least a couple years, get what’m saying?”

Bosch nodded and stared at the vehicle as if contemplating things.

“So you don’t have anything used?” he finally asked.

“We could go look out back.”

“Let’s do that. I gotta at least be able to tell my old lady I checked the inventory.”

“Good deal. Let me grab some keys.”

Banks went into the manager’s office along the back wall of the showroom and soon came out with a large ring of keys. He led Bosch down a hallway to the rear of the building. They went out a doorway into the fenced lot, where the used tractors and ATVs were stored. A row of ATVs lined the rear wall of the dealership.

“What I got is over here,” Banks said, leading the way. “Recreation or commercial?”

Bosch wasn’t sure what he meant, so he didn’t answer. He acted like he didn’t hear the question because he was mesmerized by the shiny row of vehicles.

“You got a farm or a ranch, or are you just going mud jumping?” Banks asked, making it clearer to Bosch.

“I just bought a vineyard up near Lodi. I want something that can fit between the rows and get me out there fast. I’m too old to be walking that far.”

Banks nodded like he knew the story.

“A gentleman farmer, huh?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Everybody’s buying up vineyards because it’s cool to be in the wine biz. My boss here—the owner—owns lots of grapes up in Lodi. You know the Cosgrove Vineyard?”

Bosch nodded.