“So is your buddy an autobody guy?” “Yeah, kinda.” “It’s a chop shop, isn’t it?” Dave demanded. I turned in time to see Hellhound’s gaze dart sideways. “I wouldn’t know,” he said virtuously. I manufactured a grin. “You mean you haven’t asked the question.” “That, too.” “I wondered why you were so jumpy coming in here,” I prodded. “Yeah, well, sometimes if he’s busy, he don’t like to be interrupted.” Hellhound studied the ceiling. “Ya know how it is when you’re workin’ on somethin’.” “Yeah. Any chance he’ll be getting any… work… in the next couple of days?” I asked. “I dunno, hard to say. Ya know how it is when ya got your own business, ya don’t always work regular hours.” I snorted. “Well, at least we won’t have to worry about him calling the police.” “Nah, prob’ly not. Wanna beer, Dave?” I smiled at Arnie, recognizing the peace offering. Apparently Dave was willing to give it a chance, too. “Yeah. Maybe it’ll relax my back.
