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tell him what I'd seen. I told him the same thing Lucy had. The cyclist had come off the curb against the light, directly into traffic.
    “So it wasn't the woman's fault?” he asked.
    “ No. She didn't do anything wrong. The cyclist ran the light, no way she could have avoided him.”
    The deputy got our names and contact info and said if needed, they would get in touch. But at the moment, it looked like that wouldn't be necessary.
    As I was walking back to join Lucy, her phone chimed with an incoming call.
    She pointed at the phone. “It's mom, checking up on us.”
    After Lucy assured her mom that I hadn't kidnapped her, she told her about the accident and said we were heading back and should be home in a few minutes.
    Our Jeep was still parked in the middle of the road. The deputy was directing traffic around it. It was time for us to go.
    The cyclist was now standing, arguing with the paramedics. They wanted to take him to the emergency room to check him out, and he didn't want to go.
    He glanced over at me, smiled, and gave me a big thumbs up. I nodded and drove off.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    “ You're staring at me.”
    Lucy shook her head. “No I'm not.”
    “Yes, you are. Do I have blood on me or something?”
    She smiled. “No, it's nothing like that. It's just I've never seen anyone do what you did.
    “Most people wouldn't get involved. But not you. You took charge. You almost wrecked the Jeep trying to keep the guy from getting hit. Then you got out and saved his life.
    “ Mom thinks you're an under cover cop. Maybe you are. I can't think of anyone else who would do something like that.”
    I shook my head. “I'm not an undercover cop. Not a cop of any kind. But that guy needed help. And you just don't walk away when someone needs your help.”
    I changed the subject. “I like the Jeep. What's the asking price?”
    Lucy smiled. “We weren't talking about the Jeep. We were talking about you. Where did you learn first aid? At the Police Academy?”
    I shook my head. “I've never been to the police academy. But I was in the military. Did two tours. And saw a lot of action.”
    We rode in silence for a few minutes. Then Lucy spoke. “Seventeen thousand.   That's what the sales manager told me to tell you. Seventeen thousand for the Jeep.”
    Before I could reply, she continued.
    “Blue book retail price would be about thirteen five. Add in the hardtop and the tow bar, and you're up to fifteen.  But I think I can get you into it for fourteen. With sales tax, title and fees, you'll be fifteen five out the door.
    “ And we can finance with 20% down.”
    I liked the Jeep. And I liked Lucy's honesty about the price. I probably would have paid the higher price, but the lower one was better.
    “Fifteen five out the door sounds good to me. I'll take it.”
    “ Great! When we get back to my mom's, I'll write up a sales contract. And tomorrow, I'll take you to our Venice sales lot and we'll finalize the deal.”
     
    When we got back to Polly's trailer, Lucy pulled a sales contract out of her purse and said, “I'm going to go inside and let Mom know we're here. Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back.”
    Before she got out of the Jeep, she reached over and took the keys out of the ignition.
    I laughed. “You don't trust me?”
    She shook her head. “No offense, but I don't trust anyone until I have a signed sales contract and a check in my hand.”
    With that, she went into her mother's trailer while I waited in the Jeep for her return.
    A few minutes later she came back out with the sales contract, and after I looked it over, I signed it.
    “Mom wants you to join us for dinner. And she said I couldn't take 'no' for an answer.”
    I smiled. “Well in that case, I guess I'll be eating dinner with you. But I need to clean up first. I'll meet you over there in a few minutes.”
    I went back to my motorhome, washed up and changed into some clean clothes. Then headed over to Polly's.
    Lucy was waiting for me at the