I thanked the mechanic and left. I knew I was taking a chance but I left and returned shortly before they were scheduled to close. I was lucky; he was still there. When he left, I followed him. He stopped at a local watering hole not far from the dealership and went in.
I waited a few minutes and followed him in. There was an empty stool beside him and I sat.
As men at a bar will, we started talking. "I'm Andy Buckles." I stuck my hand out for him to shake. I watched his face to see if I detected any sign he recognized the name.
"Tyler Jones," he said. We ended up spending a couple of hours chatting and buying each other drinks. This went on for two more evenings. Drink and chat. This guy was smooth. I got the impression he could talk anybody into anything. I bet he sold a lot of cars.
