... But, instead of a license plate bearing any ID, all that was there was just a black, blank rectangle with nothing to copy on it. "Of fucking course," Biff groaned. "Leave no trace, you damned boy scouts."
His next idea was to try and run around to the passenger seat of the van and search the glove box, if he could. Certainly the van's insurance info would be in there to copy, and maybe he could investigate from there?
