Jack Manifold Novels & Stories

"A Maybach? Gosh, it will be challenging, but I can try. You'll have to wait over there, so we won't draw too much attention." People crowded the area, but no one noticed the two breaking into Lewis' car since a hedge blocked the view. Jack grabbed his toolkit, circled to the other side, and knelt to tinker with the lock. Meanwhile, Quintin stood guard on the more visible side of the car. He smoked a few cigarettes for nearly half an hour. By then, he impatiently asked, "Can you do it?" "I almost got it," replied Jack, who wiped off the sweat on his forehead. He twisted his tool sideways, then heard a soft click, making him sigh in relief. "It's open!"

“Yeah.” Jack’s tone is almost gentle. “In your name?” “Yes.” I feel relief coming down my back. Maybe they’re finally dialing it back. Sanity is winning. Jack reaches into his pocket. Pulls out a small folding knife. The blade snaps open with a dry snick. I watch him, my brain slowing as it tries to understand what’s about to happen. He steps close to the rear of the car, drops to one knee, and drives the knife straight into the back left tire.

Everything that happened last night actually happened. Jack stood up from the old chair he had slept in. He glanced over at Jill and confirmed she was still asleep. He quickly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran his hand through his hair. Once he put his shoes on, he checked on Jill one more time before stepping out of the small room. Jack left the bar and hailed a taxi. "Omene Bank, please."

"But I can help you carry that moose home. And I can fix your snowmobile." Jack frowned. "How do you know my snowmobile is broken?" "Because I can hear the piston misfiring from two miles away," Sebastian tapped his ear. "Two-stroke engine. Polaris model. Right?" Jack stared at him. His snowmobile was broken. He had been skiing for three hours because the damn thing died. Jack lowered his rifle. He looked at the poster. Then he crumpled it up and threw it in the snow. "Syndicate owes me for the last job anyway," Jack grunted. "Can you really fix a carburetor?"

"You have to learn how to do work on cars, I don't want to be the only one that knows about cars." "I know about cars! I just don't do work on them, I drive them, and damn good too!" I yelled, which got a laugh out of Jay so I guess I did that right. Jade ignored me and continued showing Jay what different parts of the car were, what they did, and how to tell if they were broken or needed to be repaired. Jack had stayed in the alley, so I walked to where he was and leaned against the wall. "You gettin' a bad vibe?"

Jack gestured and said, "It's okay. It's simply that my stomach harms a bit. Try not to drive excessively quick." "OK! OK! I'll drive consistently!" The old driver went on his way. As the vehicle was passing the crossing point of Fifth Avenue and 59th Street, Jack nonchalantly took out a cigarette and discarded the vacant cigarette case. "May I smoke?" Jack inquired. "Go on. It's alright." Jack lit a cigarette and put his right hand through of the window. There was a steel ball the size of a nut between his little finger. Subsequent to enjoying a couple of drags, Jack flicked the debris off the cigarette and delivered his little finger. The steel ball tumbled to the ground and moved back.

Jack explained as he turned his car off after pulling into a vacant parking space. Jack gets out of the car before jogging over to my side and opening the door for me once again. I softly thank him before grabbing his hand and stepping out of the vehicle. Jack closes the door behind me before wrapping his arm over my shoulder, keeping our hands locked within each other's in the process. We walk through the glass doors before being given access to the very spacious building.

Jack said and he rushed without hesitating and off the loud music. "Jack, what are you saying?" I said as the guy rushed out of the scene to off the music. "You know what. The engine shitting have a problem. It has four sets of rubbers that are used for the sitting. So what we will do is to buy the original one which is $50. After am done with the car, it will just be like a brand new car." Jack explained. As we we're talking, the guy came back again and as he came closer, our eyes meet and that lasted for some seconds.