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Darrin
will be held liable for injuring Jameson will depend on the courts and what
they decide is fitting with the intentional goal of injury and whether or not
the actions were inherent to the sport.” Phillip shook his head. “Darrin is
claiming he wanted to make sure his shifter wasn’t broken and didn’t know you were
still on the track.”
    Jimi stood, his chair
crashing against the wall.
    I just sat there,
slouching in the black leather chair, my head bent forward. This was disgusting
to hear. How someone could intentionally try to kill you and get away with it
all because they were governed under the rules of the sport?
    When you’re a
professional athlete you assume there are risks involved so bringing a lawsuit
against another driver is usually never done and winning one was challenging.
    Phillip stood, running
his long fingers through his kept black hair once before looking over toward
me. “Listen Jameson, I know you want to see Darrin get what he deserves. I do
too. I’ve known you since you were two years old and to see that accident on
TV, not knowing if you were okay,” He choked, his brow pulled together. “Let’s
just say I was calling every favor in law I had to get Darrin locked up. But he
has rights and sometimes those rights protect him regardless of what he’s done.
NASCAR has doubled his fine after further investigation from $50,000 to
$100,000 and the suspension is still holding. He would be allowed to compete in
the Winston Cup series again next year but will be on probation for the
entire season.”
    “What about other
divisions? Jameson sometimes steps into those cars from time to time for
Billings Racing. Is Darrin suspended in those as well?” Kyle asked leaning
forward.
    “Yes, he’s suspended
from all three series as well as any NASCAR sanctioned track.”
    Phillip left a few
minutes after that, leaving Kyle, Jimi, and me sitting in our large conference
room.
    Kyle nudged my arm. “We
need to be at your shop by ten as we have a few drivers to meet.”
     
     
    Interviewing drivers
who would be driving my car at my favorite track was not exactly a pleasant
experience for me. It was like interviewing men to take your wife on a date. No
one would be good enough in my eyes.
    Justin drove the car at
Indianapolis and did exceptionally well for never being in a cup car before,
finishing thirteenth. Unfortunately, his prior commitments wouldn’t allow him
to race the car at Watkins Glen and Michigan so here I was interviewing.
    Kyle handed me a
resume. Scanning it cursorily, I turned my head lazily to glance at him
sideways. “I hate doing this.”
     “This next guy is
racing on the World of Outlaws for Quincy Saller .”
Kyle told me ignoring my poor attitude. “Sway actually recommended him to
Justin. They’ve been racing together for the last year.”
    My eyes shifted when
the driver walked into the race shop. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when
he walked in. I guess appearances don’t dictate a driver’s ability but this guy
looked like a total douche to me and belonged in a boy band. His shaggy blond
hair looked like he tried to create the just woke up look.
    Please. If you have to try to
do it, you shouldn’t.
    Besides the hair, what
sent me into a state of complete raging lunacy was when I heard him tell Kyle
and my dad his name.
    Mike Tanner.
    I may not have the best
memory in the world but I remembered exactly who Mike Tanner was.
    And Sway had the
fucking nerve to recommend him?
    I felt the twinge of
jealous rush through me that this was the guy she’d slept with last. I wanted
to kill him. I didn’t care if this guy is the best fucking wheel man around. He
was not racing my fucking car. That much I did settle on during the thirty
minute interview. I didn’t hear a word dad and Kyle said to him.
    Unfortunately for me,
an hour later, I found myself escorting him through the shop to fill out a
background check.
    “How long have you been
racing?” I asked coldly