“What do you wanna do with the loaner again?” Mac asked, looking at Ruger from the corner of his eye.
“None of your business.” Ruger scowled and gave the other man a dark look. “All you need to know is that I’ve talked to Sadist. He cleared it. All I need is a vehicle that runs good and has a clean title.”
Mac flipped through some papers, took a deep breath, and let it out in a rush. “Take the Mustang. It looks like crap but it’s clean, and it’s reliable. I have a hard time getting anyone to take it because of how it looks.”
“Keys on the rack with the rest?”
“Yeah.”
“Great. I’ll be back later.”
Ruger went out and got into the battered blue car. The sports car was more than ten years old, and Mac hadn’t been kidding when he’d said it looked like crap. But when Ruger turned the key, it
