Raine's POV
Isla had been on the phone for twenty minutes already, pacing back and forth near the entrance of the garage. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could tell from the way she kept nodding and gesturing with her free hand that she was deep in conversation with someone.
I turned my attention back to the bike in front of me. The carburetor was clogged, which explained why the engine kept stalling out. I pulled it apart piece by piece, cleaning out the jets with a thin wire and wiping down the float bowl. It wasn't a complicated fix, but it required patience, and patience was something I was running short on today.
I just wanted to get all of this over with, and as soon as possible.
I glanced up at Isla again. She was still talking, her voice low and urgent. I guessed sh
