Chapter 25: Hunter

"Catch you back at the house." I fist bump Sam Henderson on the way out of Poco Loco before heading to my '69 Ford Mustang parked in the lot. Mason bought it off one of his customers dirt cheap. At the time, it had to be towed to the house because we couldn't get the engine to turn over. We spent the summer before my senior year of high school fixing it up and getting it to run. My brother's friend did a custom paint job on it in exchange for some repair work, and it's been purring like a kitten ever since. No matter how much money I make, this car is my baby, and I'll never get rid of it. I slide onto the butter-soft black leather and start it up. It's music to my ears when the engine growls to life.

"Damn, Price, that Shelby gives me major wood every time I see it," Eric Wixom shouts as he jumps into the pickup truck parked next to me. "Sure you don't want to sell her?"

"The answer hasn't changed from last week, Wixom. You can stop asking."

I pull out of the lot and into