A man took his classic car to a repair shop in Texas to have it restored, but five years later he discovered that the mechanic had sold it and disappe

The worst part of my situation is that I worked with the shop owners dad and Grandpa for years at a past job. Of all of them grandpa would be the first to give you the shirt off his back, although grandpa is the only one of the bunch I haven't seen at the shop.
My son went to school all the way from k-12 with shop owners sister. The mom was in the shop all the time with her dad and then boyfriend working there and her sister was a waitress for a place we used to go, for years.
I went straight to them because a guy a 1/2 mile down the road all of a sudden started driving a real nice looking (for a Chevy anyway) 80s square body and I stopped by and asked him about it and he told me who painted his truck and its the same place mine is at.... I've seen some of the work that came out of there, and knowing the people in and around that body shop as long as I have I figured I was more than safe. I guess not. I figured "keep it close to home, use the guys I know"". Well they forget how many people they know that you also know.