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“Who owns the red Mustang?”

I exchanged a look with Titus and got to my feet

“The ’66 is mine”

“I already called the fire departodda lot”

I used every bad word I could think of as I raced out of the diner with Titus hot on athered around e flaasoline and s as a couple of uniformed officers tried to move everyone back from the blaze

“Race”

I looked at Titus out of the corner of my eye

“Don’t say it, Titus I fucking love that car”

He ignored round

“When you have so many enemies that you can’t even tell what direction to look in order to watch your back” He paused to“That’s a really dangerous place to be”

I griot so hot, the front windshield shattered and collapsed inward The car was going to be a total loss and it broke a little piece of ht for h shape until Bax worked histhat was o, and noas just a blackened, s pile of scorched metal and melted rubber It e

“Is this the irl?”

I had no idea, and it didn’tto pay I didn’t say anything, just locked h-pressured water to the mess that was once my beautiful ride The crowd dissipated and leftlot He clapped a hand on ave me a little shake

“The station has cameras I’ll see if we can pull a visual or a license plate Let e”

I blew out a breath, low and shallow, and ran ht”