If I had known...who knew what I would’ve done differently.
She’s the same. You know . . . the same.I’m sorry. He took a swig and looked at the car carcass. It had been blue once, and the engine as well as all four tires had been removed and were off in the corner. So, Moose, what’s this mess?
Mess? Can you not see the potential? The guy banged on the steel frame. Come on, she’s a ’66 Shelby GT350, bitch—one of the first two hundred fifty-two that were ’65 Mustang K-Code Fastbacks before Shelby-American converted them.Jesus Christ, Moose, how’d you get a hold of her?I bought her out of Ohio and just shipped her in. She’s gonna be gorgeous.
After a lotta plastic surgery.All women want that, Moose muttered.
No, not all, Danny thought as he pictured Anne on that climbing wall. Some recognized they were perfect just the way God made ’em.
So lemme help, Danny said. I like getting my hands dirty.He threw up his hands—and that was when she saw the small black box in his right palm. What was I supposed to do? I need the money. Deandra is expensive. Was.
What—no. I kicked her out. She’s at her sister’s. We’re done. His bloodshot eyes finally focused properly. But now, I gotta deal with you. I’m not going to jail, Anne. I can’t.She took a step back and raised her gun at him. Don’t come near me.
You killed people. You put the lives of your own crew in danger. You did this all while you were in turnouts.Don’t get judgy with me, Anne, he bit out. You’re the sister of the fucking fire chief. Your life is all worked out. I got nothing. Nothing! My own parents didn’t want me. I barely graduated from college. I couldn’t make the SWAT team. Deandra didn’t even want me, she wanted Danny!