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The young fellow pecked on his“You Hinman?”

“Yep You must be my caller”

“Yeah,” he replied, pointing at his bike “I was behind an eighteen wheeler colass Rode across a puddle of green slivers splattered all over the highway and sure enough, I’ve got a flat Can you give e don”

“Sure,” Hank said, opening the door so he could get out and offer his assistance in loading the bike in the back of his truck

As soon as Hank stepped away frorave mistake The prissy little biker beca pure evil eyes as he approached him like a predator, stalked him like a killer Quicker than Hank could say his prayers, the guy propelled his ar dangerous enough to turn out his lights

Even in broad daylight, the darkness sed him whole

Frank’s smile lit up the barn better than the afternoon sunshine as soon as Duke and Julie walked down the breezeway “There’s ive ’er a spin today?”

Julie swung her gaze toward the inti doors Behind that layer of metal was a machine, a car built just for her, specialized and made-to-order A car said to be better than any other on the track

Sam McMann exited the tack room about the ti “Nice to see you today, Miss Jenkins”

“Thank you,” she said politely, her gaze ieneral area where they’d chosen to house the stock car Before Sam left the stable, she honed in on his physical characteristics, hoping so her memory He was tall and slender Lanky best described him He had salt-and-pepper hair, a cleft chin, and several scars on both arms In fact, there were too many to count

“Did Sam ever race?”

Frank’s forefinger went to his jaw and he thought about the question for a minute “Far as I know, he hasn’t How come?”

“Curious, that’s all,” she replied, thinking Sam’s arms looked like her back He’d walked away froster or stock car? Was he one of the ested, a member of the Hinlomerate destined for championships?

Duke shot her a peculiar glance and then draped his arm around her shoulders protectively as ging him away Frank pretended not to notice the manure in a wheelbarrow