The Garage He Couldn't Replace
Before I went to see Draven Jones, I received a phone call.
“Mr. Charlton, have you given my offer any more thought?”
I did not hesitate. “Mr. Shaw, I appreciate it, but I already made myself clear. I am not leaving Starry Auto.”
The man on the other end was Gilbert Shaw, the owner of the biggest auto shop in town. He wanted to hire me.
Three years earlier, after I left prison, nobody wanted to give me a job because of my criminal record. Then my childhood friend, Draven, called and asked if I wanted to work at his repair shop.