Calla:Saturday mornings usually belonged to paperwork. It was the only time the shop was quiet enough to hear yourself think. Unfortunately… My thoughts were exactly what I was trying to avoid. The office overlooked the main garage through an old glass window Camden had insisted on installing. "I wanna see the cars even when I'm buried in invoices." Typical. The room itself hadn't changed much since he was alive. The same dented metal filing cabinets. The same faded Riverside Racing calendar hanging crooked on the wall. His old coffee mug still sat beside the computer. World's Okayest Mechanic. He'd refused to throw it away because, according to him, "Expectations stay low." I smiled despite myself. Then my laptop chimed. Another unpaid invoice. Fantastic. I rubbed my temples. Outside, Julio's impact gun echoed through the shop. McKenna argued with someone over the phone about a delayed shipment. Reid's laugh floated in through the open office door. Normal. Busy. Safe. Exactly where
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