“I’ll get the Aston ready for you—you never know…”
“I’ll take the Pontiac.”
“Sold.”
The Aston?
A light bulb flickers on.
“Oh, no way,” I start slowly. “Nofuckingway. Don’t tell me my Dodge is going to a drag race!”
“Wow,” Amy drawls. “I’m impressed. You managed to say ‘drag race’ without shitting your pants.”
“Okay, so it seems like Lewis gets it now. But we’re still hella confused.” Don frowns.
Amy’s eyes widen as she turns to me. “You mean you didn’t tell them?”
“No.”
She looks genuinely shocked that I kept our Friday get-together off the radar.
“I think I’m starting to get it,” Don says softly.
Amy sighs. “I’ll let you bring the guys up to speed. I’m outta here.”
And with that, she turns and heads off without a word.
“I’ll keep you posted, kids.” RJ nods before disappearing into his office.
Silence falls as the four of us Campus Drivers just sit there, thinking.
Don pipes up first. “What’s going on, Lewis? What do you know that we don’t?”
I take a deep breath in.Now or never.
“Okay… So, I spent Friday night with Dwayne, which is when I found out that Firebird drag races for fun. Then I fired her.”
“For real?” Don’s mouth falls open. “Tonight makes a whole lot more sense now.”
“So, let’s take it from the top,” Lane muses. “She’s saying she thinks the Dodge was stolen by drag racers?”
“Oh my God, I’m gonna be sick.” I leap off my stool. “I need to talk to her. Now.”
I lunge for the door, slowing when I spot her at the far end of the hangar.
“Hitman!”
She doesn’t break her stride, so I pick up the pace until I catch up with her, blocking her path.
“Wherever it is you’re going… I’m going with you.”
“Right now, I’m going to pee. But sure—whatever turns you on.”
“I meant I’m going with you to find my car.”
“No.”
“I want to find the guy who did this.”
