Page 255 of Devil’s Disciples

I shrugged. “You know him better than I do.”

“You asked me what George liked to do with his time, and then you said watch this. You didn’t do anything. What was that about?” she asked.

“I was going to say something to him, but I never got a chance,” I explained. “I will, though.”

“What were you going to say?”

“I was going to tell him about my Mustang.” I reached for my phone. “I just finished building it.”

“An old one, or a new one?”

“Old.”

She smiled. “I love old mustangs.”

“I wondered if that was the case,” I said. “Based on a comment you made in one of your videos.”

She squinted. “Which one?”

I had yet to talk to her about it. After getting to know her more, I really didn’t see much value in it.

“The gym rat video.”

“You saw that?” She covered her face with her hands. “You’re not mad?”

“I was. I’m not now.”

She lowered her hands. “I was just…it was parody, or whatever.”

“I figured as much,” I said as I scrolled through the photos on my phone.

“What about that video made you think I liked Mustangs?”

“You mentioned Gone in Sixty Seconds.” I selected a photo from my gallery and handed her my phone. “The star of the show was Eleanor, the sixty-seven Mustang.”

She chuckled as she accepted the phone. “Eleanor wasn’t a Mustang. Eleanor was a sixty-seven Shelby GT500. Eleanor is my all-time favorite--”

I cleared my throat and nodded toward the phone.

Her eyebrows raised. “What?”

“Take a look at the picture.”

She looked at the phone. “The screen’s black.”

“Zero-nine-one-seven,” I said, giving her the unlock code.

She unlocked the phone and swiped her thumb over the screen. When she saw the photo, her eyes went wide.

“Holy F-ing Moses” she screeched. “It’s her!”

“Exact reproduction,” I said with a smile. “Built it from the ground up with my bare hands.”

She took another look. “Oh. My God.”

“Four-link suspension, a stroked four-twenty-eight, six-speed, roll cage, the whole enchilada. Almost nine hundred horsepower. Drives like a dream.”

“You drive it?” she gasped.