The man took a wallet from his suit pocket. “Here’s a five spot to make it worth your while.”
“No, thanks. Anyway, what’s your kick? Your car didn’t cause the accident. You’re in the clear.”
“Maybe we’ll use the picture to collect damages,” the man said. “Here, I’ll give you ten.”
“Nothing doing.”
To put an end to the argument, Salt drove on.
“Wonder who those birds were?” he speculated.
Penny craned her neck to look back through the rear car window.
“Salt!” she exclaimed. “That man who argued with us is writing down our license plate number!”
“Let him!”
“He intends to find out who you are, Salt! He must want that picture badly.”