Final Cut by Marjorie Mccown

Author:Marjorie Mccown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CROOKED LANE BOOKS

Chapter Nineteen

“Out with it.” Damir appeared at Joey’s side as she sat in a corner of Dennis Oh’s enormous workroom, organizing her notes from the measurement session.

“I thought it went well.” She looked up at him, thrown by his confrontational tone. “You had Russell eating out of your hand; he loved your ideas.”

“Sure, it went well; why wouldn’t it? But the whole time, you looked like you were about to lose your lunch.” He peered at her. “What’s up?”

She frowned and went back to her notes, hoping he’d let this go. “I’m trying to make sure this information doesn’t slip through the cracks. You have everything you need from me for now?”

“A straight answer would be helpful.” He reached down and picked up the notepad she was writing on. “I’m not budging until you tell me what’s going on.”

She blinked back tears. “Please don’t be nice to me; I don’t have time to fall apart right now.”

“I saw your car on the way in.” Damir took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. “I can have one of my people here in ten minutes to hit it with a coat of primer, then you can bring it to the shop anytime you like. I’ll have my best guy repaint it and give you one of the shop’s vehicles to use while it’s out of commission.”

Before she could respond, he pulled out his cell phone and called a number on his speed dial. “I have a job for you at Dennis Oh’s.”

He listened for three seconds. “You heard me right, and I need you here now to paint over an epithet on a car door.” Another beat. “It’s a bad word, okay? Just get over here with some primer.”

Damir ended the call. “Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he’s a virtuoso with a paint gun. We’ll get you fixed up and have you on your way in twenty minutes. You can’t be driving around the city with that filth on your door, even in LA.”

Joey blew her nose. “Since when are you in the business of repainting used cars?”

“Since a friend of mine got jammed up by some dirtball.”

“You’re a good guy, Damir.” She pressed her lips together to stop them trembling.

“If there’s anything else I can do to help, I’m here for you. Anything, and I mean that.” He started for the door to wait for his painter in the parking lot. “But don’t let this get around. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

Joey watched while Damir’s painter worked on her car, thinking how easy it was to cover up an ugly word with a coat of paint, but that didn’t erase the ugliness that put it there in the first place.

The Tao according to Joey.

She knew it wouldn’t hurt to keep that in mind as she tried to understand what was happening on the job with her coworkers, to remember appearances didn’t always match up to the truth.

Before long, she was on the road with a

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