Piece of Junk
“Five thousand and it’s yours,” the old man said.
“Actually, six thousand!”
“Eight thousand and no more,” Angelo said. “Take it or leave it. You bought this piece of junk at a police auction so I’m giving you one hundred times its value. In fact, I just might – “
“I accept! Eight thousand it is.”
Angelo paid him and drove the car back to his garage. He took it apart piece by piece and hours later he emerged smiling. In his hand he held the key that opened the crypt where he had stashed the diamonds.