I don't go too far though, just in case. You never know what kind of shit can go down at dusk. Everyone always worries about what's going to happen after dark, but not me. The real badasses, the bad guys you want to stay away from, they come out when the sky is still light enough to see, but just dark enough that it casts shadows. People expect bad in the dark; I expect worse at twilight. My new ride's a piece of shit, for sure, but I'm confident I can fix it up on the road. I've done it before. It isn't easy, but I can make it happen. It's all about knowing people, about understanding how to get your way when you need a favor. I get guys to let me in their shops all the time, and I never have to suck a single dick. Not that I would, of course. But some might. “How's it ride?” Gaine asks when I pull into the garage and park. I'm sure he can tell from the frown on my face that it wasn't great. At least half the expression's for him, but he probably doesn't know that yet. I swipe some hair over my shoulder and sigh.
