King Cobra (Hot Rods) by Rylon Jayne

Author:Rylon, Jayne [Rylon, Jayne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-04-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Eli kicked back in his office chair. It was the passenger seat of a Ferrari F360 Challenge the guys had salvaged and mounted on a swivel base. They’d surprised him with it for Christmas a few years back. Holden was a genius when it came to reupholstering and the interior work of their restorations. He’d done a great job on this and they used it as part of their portfolio when seducing upscale customers.

Sally had completed the masterpiece by imprinting the back of the headrest with a King Cobra logo and script with some fancy scrollwork he’d never get tired of looking at. In fact, it might have to be his next tattoo. Either that or Alanso’s name.

Damn, one day into this crazy turn they’d taken and he was already dreaming like a thirteen-year-old girl. Might as well doodle some hearts on his classic car blotter.

Admitting to himself that detailed office work like the statement reconciliation he’d been attempting was futile, Eli reached for the mail overflowing his inbox.

Bryce handled customer service. He kept urging Eli to hire a business manager. Maybe he had a valid point.

Eli grimaced as the stack of envelopes spilled onto the industrial carpet.

He gathered them up, glancing at the return addresses, until one crisp letter caught his eye. The staid font declared it was from the National Archives, Records of Immigration and Naturalization Service.

Was it a coincidence he’d found this today? He’d mailed his inquiry months ago. Did he want to ruin the glow surrounding him and—hopefully—Alanso? He felt like they’d made some progress this morning. Maybe Alanso would finally believe he’d never shake Eli.

Unless something inside the envelope gave him reason to doubt again.

Eli cursed and ripped the letter open. He didn’t have to share the contents, though he didn’t believe in withholding info as a form of protection. Secrets always came back to bite you in the ass. Alanso had a right to know whatever was in this damn envelope. Maybe it was nothing. No news. Records were spotty at best in the government, right?

As he scanned the documents inside, his heart cracked.

It wasn’t nothing. It was something.

He knuckled moisture from the corner of his eye. Too many times lately, he’d resorted to that gesture. This was going to suck.

Fortunately the gang had made a lunch run, all but him. He’d told them he’d watch the pumps and deal with any walk-ins while they were hitting the diner downtown. Alanso had offered to stay behind, but neither of them wanted to act differently around the Hot Rods.

Even Tom had joined his “kids”. Shit. Eli could really use a sounding board right about now. Since it wasn’t possible, he did the next best thing.

Abandoning his desk chair with a loving pat, he made his way toward the garage. He couldn’t go for a drive, but he could sit in his car and devise a plan for how to break the news. In the garage, his fingers trailed over the high-gloss finish Sally had applied to his Cobra.

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