Chapter 21
He parked near a line of ruined cars, sitting around for parts or scrap or whatever car people did with them. Sean turned off the engine but sat, staring, at the poorly-lit lot, which turned out to be a patch of weedy land next to the actual garage. The sign that read, “Lynne’s,” in dated-looking blue cursive was only lit on one side, which didn’t give him a lot of faith in the place’s ability to fix anything. Dane got out and still he sat.
“Hey,” said Dane, leaning back down into the car. “You wanna get off your ass any time in the next year?”
“You going to tell whoever works here we’re f*****g?”
“Bother you if I did?” Dane sounded pleased. He paused, then relented. “No. Now come on.”
Sean got out, slammed the door, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I don’t want to ki
