He chuckles. "I could have guessed that," he says with a grin. "I didn't even set out to race for your car tonight either." He's sure that one of the texts he's gotten is about the car itself.
There's no doubt.
Blake picks up his drink and takes a sip of it. "I told you my best friend Austin and I have the tattoo shop. We moved here a few years ago from San Francisco where the rest of our friends... our family is. Six other guys and two girls and all can be very gossipy. Especially when it comes to cars." He pulls out his cellphone and snorts. "See what I mean?"
He shows him two of the text messages:
Family Chat
Don: Blake - we hear you raced against a McLaren and then left your car behind. Pictures or it didn't happen.
Abs: Yes, I want to see the car! And this guy you raced against and disappeared with...
Les: Didn't you tell us that this is how murders happen?! Double standards!
He glances over at Robin with a grin. "A short stack of the cinnamon roll pancakes and two eggs. And bacon, please."
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There's no doubt.
Blake picks up his drink and takes a sip of it. "I told you my best friend Austin and I have the tattoo shop. We moved here a few years ago from San Francisco where the rest of our friends... our family is. Six other guys and two girls and all can be very gossipy. Especially when it comes to cars." He pulls out his cellphone and snorts. "See what I mean?"
He shows him two of the text messages:
Family Chat
Don: Blake - we hear you raced against a McLaren and then left your car behind. Pictures or it didn't happen.
Abs: Yes, I want to see the car! And this guy you raced against and disappeared with...
Les: Didn't you tell us that this is how murders happen?! Double standards!
He glances over at Robin with a grin. "A short stack of the cinnamon roll pancakes and two eggs. And bacon, please."