One night a guy I know, named Norm, comes by the Transmission Hut.  He's driving a really nice custom Corvette.  Norm doesn't have the kind of money it takes to buy something like the Corvette.  Thus, I know that Norm is driving a stolen car.  (In any case, I already know that the car's stolen as it's on the hot sheet the police give to places like Transmission Hut.)  Norm wants to sell Big Jim the stolen Corvette.

I tell Norm, “Nice try, Norm.  The police are looking for the car.  It's just a matter of time until they find it and not very much time at that.”

Norm says, “Look, I gotta get rid of the thing.  I can let you have it cheap.”

I lecture dumb dumb, “Norm, the car isn't just another stolen that the police are looking for, it's stolen from Mr. Green's kid.”

Norm says, “Okay, it's the kid's car.  However, it's also worth a lot of money.”

I sigh, “Who in the hell is it worth a lot of money to?  You can't sell the car in this town.  Hell, you can't sell the car in this state.  If you want to sell the car, you need to drive it to another state and find someone there who's dumb enough to try to get a title for a car that's too damn hot to make that practical.”

Norm says, “Okay.  Look, I gotta get rid of the car.  The cops are looking for it real hard.  I can't keep it at my place, my landlady saw it and the police will be by any day now.”

I'm about to tell Norm that I really can't help him, when I suddenly get a flash of inspiration.

I was dating Linda, not so long ago.  Linda is one hot looking chick, but unfortunately, she's as dishonest as the night is long.  She disappeared one night, with my rebuilt. custom Harley motorcycle.  She never came back to me, but instead shacked up with one Billy.  Linda doesn't have the contacts to sell the Harley, but the word on the street is that Billy does.  Now Linda and Billy are living the high life.  I can't prove anything, but the money to finance the high life Linda and Billy are living has to have come, at least partially,  from the sale of my former Harley.

I owe Linda and Billy one and I now see a way to pay them back and make a little of the cost of the stolen Harley back.

I tell Norm, “Norm, I know you gotta get rid of the car.  I also know the cops are looking for it real hard because it's on the police hot sheet that we get here.  I can't keep it at my place, any more than you can keep it at your place.  However, I know a guy who needs the motor for a little project he has going.  He has buddies who can use more parts.  However, none of the worthless thieves have any money at this time.”

Norm says, “You mean Grover.”

I jump in, “I didn't say Grover.  It's just a guy I know.  However, he can pull enough parts off the 'Vette so that it just kind of disappears.  That solves your problem.  Also, it leaves the guy owing me big time.  Sooner or later, I'll get some money from him and I'll then split the money I get for the 'Vette with you.  However, the money will be some time in coming.”

Norm says, “Man, I don't like the deal at all!”

I tell Norm, “Suit yourself.  However, get the 'Vette outta here, it's so hot it's scorching the driveway.”

Norm says, “Look, I gotta get rid of it.”

“I would say so and the sooner and the farther from here the better.  Good luck and get it outta here.”

Norm says, “There aint no way I can get rid of it.  The damn police will catch me with it and I go to jail.”

“Seems likely.  Now, get the 'Vette outta here, before it scorches the driveway.”

Norm says, “You gotta help me.”

“You don't want my help.”

Norm says, “Okay,  okay, take the damn 'Vette and do what you can with it.”

“Okay.  Follow me home and put it in my garage after I get the door open.”

I live in this fancy house, in a not too fancy neighborhood.  The fancy house has a fancy three car garage.  The third car garage is divided from the rest of the garage with a wood wall and it's a separate room.

I drive home and have Norm put the 'Vette in the third car garage.  At no time do I touch the 'Vette and lave any fingerprints on the damn car.  I then drive Norm home, in my car.

When I get back from Norm's place, Shirley wants to know where I got the fancy new Corvette.

I tell Shirley, “I don't know nothin' about a fancy new 'Vette, or any other kind of 'Vette in my garage.  Hell, if I were gonna put a fancy car like that in my garage I sure as hell would change the lock.”

Okay, when Linda was living with me, she used the third car garage to park her grungy Mustang.  Linda still has her key to the third car garage and I never bothered to change the lock, because there was nothing in the third car garage for the bitch to steal.

Shirley and Linda are buddies.  Anything Shirley knows that might interest Linda gets back to Linda only slightly slower than the speed of light.  Thus, Shirley will tell Linda of the fancy 'Vette in my garage and Linda will come and steal the 'Vette, the same way she stole Big Jim's Harley.  When Linda, make that her boy Billy, sells the 'Vette, Shirley will then get a cut of the money, since she provided the information.  Nice and neat, just like with the Harley.

However, this time the worm gonna turn!