The mechanic wasn't excited to see Griselda but, when she pushed him against the wall and threatened to rip his heart out, he finally gave her a list of "potential problems" with the roadster. "I have it running," he snapped, pulling his shirt straight. "And I stand by my original statement: it doesn't need replacing."
"Yes it does, and it's not the only thing." She glared the warning. "It would be a shame if our lead mechanic's heart ended up skewered by some bizarre shop accident."
"Isn't it lucky I'm careful?" he asked, though she saw concern crinkle the corners of his eyes.
Good.
She dropped her list off at the office, and headed back to her apartment. Sergei was closeted in his room, probably taking a nap. At least he'd be well rested in case Zuri or Beldren decided to try anythi
