where you’re coming from. You don’t want to do something illegal. I don’t blame you. But in your case…” Jose shook his head. “Sometimes beggars can’t be choosers. Working here isn’t perfect, but it’s pretty fucking close. Besides, what other choice do you have? Think about it. The people are great. It pays well. All you have to know is to do what’s asked of you and if you see anything weird, you keep your mouth shut.”
“So it’s a chop shop at night, then.”
“You’re missing the point. Think about the income.”
“Not everything’s about money, Jose.”
“Come tell me that when you have none.” Jose stood up from his chair. “Anyway. I gotta start my shift. Talk to your mom.”
If Chase had to confront her for the truth, he would. He needed to know.
***
A voice startled Chase when he was working on a car the next day.
“Hey! Sorry to surprise you, dude.” Oliver, one of the other mechanics, smiled at him. “David isn’t here today. He told me to see how you were doing.”
Oliver appeared to be middle-aged, with light brown hair and a handlebar mustache.
“No problem,” Chase answered.
“How long have you been working on cars?”
“I think I was ten when I undid my first bolt.” Chase shrugged. “Cars were one of the few things Dad and I could bond over, so I made the most of it. Now it’s just something I enjoy doing.”
“We can always use good mechanics, and David is talking about getting you trained up. That way, if anything does happen to the shop, you’ll be able to move on to somewhere else.”
“What do you mean? What could happen to the shop?”
Oliver looked between Chase and the car. “Keep working hard,” he said, not answering his question, “and no one will want you to leave. Even after the summer ends, there can be a place for you here.”
“I can’t stay any longer than that. It’ll be too intense at school.”
“You only want a summer job? Well don’t think too much about it, then.”
“Cool.” Chase decided to take the direct approach. “So what happens here late at night?”
Oliver smoothed his thick, calloused fingers down his mustache. “Only worry about that if you want to work here long term.”
“Okay.” Chase sighed heavily.
Oliver crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re lucky with David. He won’t push if you decide to leave, but keep asking questions about what happens at night, and those above him might not let you. Don’t forget that, buddy. They don’t like it when people leave. And they like you even less when you go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. You may have to disappear if you push too hard, so be prepared.”
The hair on Chase’s neck stood on edge. “I guess as long as I don’t end up dead.”
Oliver shook his head, and paused as if deep in thought. “I never knew anybody who worked here and ended up dead. They might if they talk to the wrong person…but I know you’re not that stupid. Right?”
“Yeah. Right.”
“Now, come on.” Oliver gestured toward the other side of the garage. “I need your help installing this new transmission.”
Chase loved fixing cars. He wished he could push all of those thoughts aside. He had to. Pushing back the anxiety from his mind, he got to work.
One of the things he had noticed was how strong he was becoming. Oliver was having problems with his back that day, so Chase was able to carry most of the weight. Together, they worked until sweat beaded on their skin. The heat of the day was a little overwhelming, but the industrial sized fans helped cool them off. While the car was lifted in the air, they used a heavy-duty jack to lift the new transmission into place. Chase let out a grunt as he jostled the thing into the empty space beside the engine.
“If you get it into place, I’ll go underneath and bolt it in,” Oliver said. He was already reaching behind to rub his lower back.
Once Chase was finished positioning it, he held it
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