Dead of Night

Time: 12:30 am Mountain Standard Time

Location: Off the freeway at 9000 S. West Jordan Utah

Mission: Find the missing vehicle

This is the official report from agent Riley H. Groves. The accident occurred on October 4th, 2008 at approximately 12:45 a.m.

I was coming home from watching the game at my sisters place. It was dark and I was sitting shotgun in my brothers rundown Lexus. He had received a phone call from our friend inviting him to join him at a nearby dance. I knew something was a foot because the moment he passed where my car was parked, I saw my car was not to be found.

It ended up this dance was all a big scam for the Mormons to get your money and make you date, crazy religion. Anyway, we start heading back to the location where my car was last seen. After passing the parking lot and driving around a bit more my brother was able to find a way in. We drive into the parking area.

We approach the place where I had previously parked my car, assuming that it would still be there untouched. Alas, to our dismay and disbelief the car was no where to be found. I turn down the Indy music on the radio and tell my brother to drive around, we see on a nearby lamp post, the sign that would ruin my evening.

TOW AWAY ZONE

It may not have been much of a car but I could tell when I first drove it that this was to be the car I would drive.

There we sat in a parking lot, rain coming down on the rusted green paint of the Lexus. When my brother called I knew I had to pay, I just didn't know the price would be so much.

We drive across town and find an ATM, not wanting the company to have my car any longer I get my $227.00 and leave.

I left my card in the ATM.

We drove across town again and I could tell it was getting late, I could feel it. I also saw the clock now said 1:00 a.m.

After calling a toll free number which only asked for my 7 digit credit card number I knew this night was far from over, and I will not sleep early.

Arriving at the tow truck paradise, I approach the large truck occupied by a large man. He hands me some paper work and with his pistol safely tucked in the back of his pant he points a heavily tattooed arm in the direction of my car and pulls the cigarette out of his mouth to say, "It's over there".

I drive home that night, praying a third thing won't happen tonight because we all know, these things come in threes.