How to use "garage" in a sentence

The one thing he needs if he wants to keep his freedom and get the suitcase that is buried in his brother's old garage

And he dreams of the suitcase buried under his brother's old garage, and he dreams of the money inside and the paradise in the Bahamas.

It's in an old garage of my brother's

She got out of the car and, carrying a purse the size of a small suitcase, marched up the walk toward the house, angling away from the front door and past the garage.

Then they would carry him out to the garage, prop him up in his little Mercedes, put the seat belt snugly around him, and start the engine without opening the garage door

"Where's the furnace? In the garage?"

The garage."

"If you want, I could just go in through the garage door."

"The garage is this way," she said.

He followed her past the kitchen, into the short hall, into the laundry room, and from there into the garage.

The garage was slightly musty, but Tina wasn't able to detect the odor of gas.

She left him there in the shadowy garage, his face painted by shimmering blue light, his eyes gleaming with twin reflections of fire.

Tina left the repairman from the gas company in the garage and returned to Danny's room

"In the garage."

As she reached for the knob, she smelled the gas in the garage.

The garage had gone up first, the big door ripping from its hinges and splintering into the driveway, the roof dissolving in a confetti-shower of shake shingles and flaming debris

Tina looked out the side window, watching in disbelief as the flames spread from the shattered garage roof to the main roof of the house, long tongues of lambent fire, licking, licking, hungry, bloodred in the last orange light of the afternoon.

At the fifth house on the left, the garage door was open, and there wasn't a car inside.

He drove into the open garage as boldly as if it were his own

She had gotten out of the car and had located the control button on the garage wall.

The door that connected the garage to the house opened without warning, but with a sharp, dry squeak of unoiled hinges.

An imposing, barrel-chested man in rumpled chinos and a white T-shirt snapped on the garage light and peered curiously at them

Elliot had the awful feeling that this guy would reach for the button Tina had pushed less than a minute ago, and that the garage door would lift just as the black van was rolling slowly by in the street.

Tom Polumby didn't appear to be worried by their presence in his garage; he seemed merely perplexed

Nice car! They pulled into this guy's garage, parked, closed the door bold as you please, and all he had to say was Nice car!

Elliot wondered how Tom would have reacted if they had shrieked into his garage in an old battered Chevy.

about the boat," Elliot said, not even knowing where he was going to go with that line, ready to say anything to keep Tom from putting up the garage door and throwing them out.

"I figure you've got the wrong place," Tom said, stepping out of the doorway, into the garage, reaching for the button that would raise the big door.

He said the garage door would be open and that we were to pull right inside."

Elliot glanced at the garage door, then at his watch

Tina stepped lightly past Tom Polumby and pressed the button that raised the garage door

Thanks for your help." He got in the car and backed it out of the garage.