Chapter Eleven
“Yo, this property sucks.”
Gray tried not to roll his eyes. Dern, one of the newer guys and the youngest, had decided to tag along with him instead of Rick. His insight was proving to be useless. But Dern boosted cars so quickly that it almost made Gray’s head spin. It was talent they could put to use.
“Why does it suck, Dern?” he asked patiently, even though his fingers were itching to text Rick.
The real estate agent in the corner, an older woman who was seemingly used to dealing with people like Dern, had barely blinked when he had proclaimed the property “sucked”. She was pretending to look at her tablet as Dern walked around the bar area.
“It’s falling apart,” Dern pointed out, brushing his sandy blond hair out of his eyes, “And it just screams depression.”
Gray w
