In the garage, she paused at the old car.
The ground rumbled suddenly and the garage walls shook.
The garage door behind him opened, and he whirled.
I picked it up in a garage sale, for two dollars—with a bike tire patch kit tossed in.
Once again he reached behind his seat, this time pulling out a child's red polka-dot umbrella, no doubt another garage sale bargain.
"Put her in the garage," Talon said.
Two men in black darted through the bodies and into the house while two more hung back at the garage entrance.
She was silently thanking the heavens for rescuing her, until one of the men in black entered the garage and began shooting the downed men a second time around.
Without alerting him, she went to the garage and searched her car.
The car ain't due back at the garage 'til tomorrow but we gotta figure some way of returning it or they're gonna get miffed.
When she opened the garage door, his truck was parked inside.
She was his current waltzing widow—first choice to fill his dance card when he wasn't surfing the net, tracking down an auction or garage sale or devouring a mystery novel.
Looks like this chore is going to cut into your garage sale and auction time.
A gray brick house dominated the landscape, its ranch style sprawling in a U shape with a garage on one end.
The car was backing out of the garage when she grabbed the door on the passenger side.
She couldn't run, couldn't move and she tried hard to convince herself to pass out as the garage door was wrenched open.
More gunfire deafened her in the small confines of the garage, and men screamed and fell.
Anxious never, ever to run into Talon or his men again, she left the garage and drove through the streets.
Jule eased out of the garage and closed the door behind him.
As she stepped into the armory in the corner of the large garage, she was struck by the care he took of the large collection.
Even his customary perusal of the newspaper garage sale listings were peppered with comments about keeping his eyes peeled for baby clothes.
"We're going down to get some…" his voice was drowned out by the opening of the garage door behind her.
The article also describes a second project where a group of young entrepreneurs who look as if they could be in a garage band are fitting deceptively innocent-looking hardware into a prototype 'Internet in a suitcase.'
Once the garage door was secured, she pulled away from the house.
Jule looked again towards the garage, growing concerned he hadn't heard a car or garage door motor yet.
Dean was about to ask him if his nineteen-fifties sweater came from the same garage sale as the skis but he proceeded directly to the parlor.
He came to the garage when she parked the car, opened the door and began removing groceries without comment.
She stopped at the garage door.
She walked him to the garage and waited while he backed out of the garage - then watched as his truck bounced down the drive.
The Garage Tinkerer who Invents The Next Big Thing.
Your house will not be "smart" insofar as it will not seem alive to you any more than your garage door opener or your web browser does.
A parking garage, which provides discounted rates for patrons, is located across the street provides a solution for an otherwise busy downtown location.
Parking is free after 5 p.m. in the Pike Place Market Parking Garage, and there is entertainment with no cover charge.
Patrons may have to pay to park at a municipal garage.
Garage parking is available and restaurants are within walking distance of both venues.
There are private dining rooms for parties, and parking is validated in for nearby garage.
She should be looking for a replacement vehicle, but having another car in the garage would only be a reminder that there was no one left to drive it.
As the garage door lifted, sunlight reflected off the polish she and her siblings had applied that last day of their lives.
The lackey picked her up and carted her to the garage, which served as a makeshift barracks filled with cots and sleeping men.
None had time to grab the weapons under their cots before gunfire exploded through the garage door and slammed into them.
He led her through the apartment building to an underground garage and to a sleek, black sports car with black interior.
He turned off the car and touched the garage door opener above him, whistling as he waited.
I bought 'em at a garage sale right down the street.
I take things from my attic and my garage and sell them to people who value them more than I do.
It didn't take long for him to get home, and when he came in from the garage, he went directly to his gun cabinet and took out a rifle.
Fred O'Connor, back from his second stint at the library and historical museum, was now poring over the newspaper and circling the Saturday garage sales in the classified ads.
Fred finished his breakfast in a rush and hauled out the pair of his garage-sale skis.
The clothing Martha brought with her was made up of a rag-tag collection of cast-offs that made most garage sale clothes look like they'd been purchased in a boutique.
One hundred fifty-six Maid Marian Lane was a neatly kept ranch to which a one-car garage had been added.
It was just a garage that rents old junkers and they ain't particular.
The woman flung open the door to the garage and ran into it.
True to his word, they drove less than two blocks before he entered a public parking garage and drove to the bottommost floor and parked in a dark corner with yellow no- parking lines.
He started the car again and drove through a series of tunnels and intersections, a virtual underground street grid, before arriving at a large garage filled with gleaming cars.
And yet, when the garage door lifted, his truck was parked inside.
The truck was in the garage, but Alex was nowhere to be found.
What's more, the Internet can be a fact checker, post office, Rolodex, Yellow Pages, White Pages, game board, garage sale, university, movie theater, jukebox, matchmaking service, travel agent, photo album, bank, support group ...
"Guess I won't be going to any more auctions or garage sales with Fred," she muttered.
Fred O'Connor strolled back to the room, his platter replenished, the garage sale section of the newspaper tucked beneath his arm.
He nodded his head towards the garage door.
As she heard the door to the garage close, a voice passed over her – a ghost from the past.
The day before, she'd found quite a few treasures, to include the backpack, a flashlight, the key locker for the cars in the garage, and Jake's wallet, which happened to have a credit card, which she had secretly used to book a flight from Tucson to Virginia.