“How could one not?” Jury turned to see a middle-aged man, mildly handsome with a welcoming expression.

“I could give you a great deal on it, if you’re interested.”

“Mr. Crenshaw, even a great deal would have my bank account running for cover. But if I had money, believe me, you’d have my business. And I know of at least two people who do have money and whose business you’re going to get. No, three people, although one of them might be too lazy to drive here from Northamptonshire.”

Alex Crenshaw laughed. “Can’t say I blame him.”

“Her. I’m mightily impressed,” Jury added, looking around the lot at cars and bays.

“Thanks. But who do I have the pleasure of impressing? Alex Crenshaw.” He held out his hand.

Jury shook it, and with the other hand took out his warrant card. “Richard Jury, New Scotland Yard CID.”

“My God. What have you done?” Crenshaw addressed the BMW.

“Nothing to be charged with.”

“That’s a relief. I just finished fixing this guy up.” He patted the car. “Okay, then what have I done?”

“Ditto. I’m just after a bit of information.”

“Really? Let’s go into the office.”

Inside was a little overflowing, with a few chairs on which were files and other bunches of paper, a large desk, a half-dozen filing cabinets.

“This is something you’ve already spoken to police about, recently. A detective chief inspector—”

“Brierly. Northampton police. Just a couple of days ago.”

Jury was surprised he recalled these details, and then wondered why he was surprised, given the meticulous care Crenshaw took with his cars. “Right. A few years ago you sold a car to a man named Servino.”

“Alfa Romeo. Nice guy. Had his wife with him.”

From Crenshaw’s expression, Jury surmised she was, possibly, not a “nice girl.” “DCI Brierly thought I should talk to you, get more information.” Jury knew that Brierly was wrong about the “vague” part; whatever Crenshaw had told him wouldn’t be vague, simply not detailed enough. “The thing is, they had an accident some years back and we’re just trying to sort it out. And you called police, so I’m thinking there’s something here worth pursuing. Why’d you call? And so long after it happened?”