18. Someone To Watch Over Me

It wasn’t a smoking room.

Mike reached out and flicked ashes into a heavy diner cup that sat on the cheap pasteboard nightstand between the two beds. The inch or so of cold coffee sizzled briefly when he dropped another butt in. There were at least four of them in there already. He was getting old; every year it got a little harder to sleep rough. That was perhaps an odd realization considering that he slept on a couch in his office.

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17. In Time of Need

Fluorescent light filtered down through greased car parts. To a lot of people, lying on their backs underneath a car was one of the more unpleasant things to have to do but for Dom, there was no better place to be. Outside of a race track that was. He could get lost, working for long hours without end. Jim’s wreck looked nothing at all like it had when he had first towed it in.

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