Chapter 10
After four years, he thought he’d be much farther along than this.
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His next day off he rode with Lamar to the shop and talked Ange into letting him snag one of the cars waiting to be detailed. “Just to visit my mom,” Stacy said. “I’ll be back by three.” He plucked the keys from Ange’s back pocket and slid behind the wheel of a late model Jaguar before his friend could stop him. Beneath him the car hummed to life, the digital clock on the dash telling him it wasn’t even noon yet. A couple hours cruising in a car like this was just what he needed to free his mind. Leaning out the window, he gave Ange his most winning grin. “What do you think one of these beauties runs anyway?”