Mike whistled a vague tune as he steered Jeff Castle’s truck out the gate and headed back the way they had just come. Life sure did take some surprising turns. There he was, hoofing it along in the blazing sun, and all at once he had a job, a place to stay and maybe even a future. Talk about getting lucky.
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of his new boss. Something about Jeff seemed to proclaim money, education and class, so why would a guy with such stuff going for him be running a glorified junkyard? Maybe it was just a hobby to him, fooling with classic cars and running a half-assed business to support it, although he’d seemed to be pretty serious about the business end.
And what would make a guy like that willing to take in a stray, a down-on-his luck, broken-down stock car racer an
