CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
A Few Days Later
“Eduardo, my mainest man,” Bo said as we walked into the collision center.
The morning sun shone brightly into the clean, sparse lobby with just a few chairs. The place smelled like rubber with a faint trace of grease. A news channel was playing on mute on a television in the corner of the room.
Eduardo, in his blue uniform and freshly combed hair, was standing behind the cash register. He glanced up at us. Normally, he was a smiley guy. He didn’t smile this time.
In the parking lot, a tow truck beeped as it backed the red coupe into a parking spot.
We sure did a number on that car. It was covered in scratches from where Troxiel scratched it with his swords. It looked like someone used it for keying practice. The windshield had a thick horizontal c
