“A customer.” I said.
“Name?” Derek asked.
“Mark Ellison.” I said and Derek looked through the window.
“Do you want me to check the bike?” Derek asked and I nodded.
“Quietly.” I said.
He gave me a small nod and walked outside.
I watched him approach the motorcycle while Mark stood nearby.
Derek crouched beside the bike and looked over the tires, frame, and engine area without touching anything unnecessarily as Mark watched him.
“Everything okay?” The customer asked.
“Just checking the bike before we bring it inside.” Derek said.
“Fine.” He said.
Derek continued his inspection, and I noticed Mark's attention shifting between Derek and the workshop.
He seemed nervous and that made me even more suspicious.
After several minutes, Derek walked back inside.
“Well?” I asked.
“Nothi
