Noah’s POV
My world tilts on its axis, everything shifting as I reach out, trying to find something stable to hold onto as I stagger slightly under the weight of the mechanic's words.
Barely seconds pass, before my body is grabbed from behind, and I’m pulled backward until my ass hits the floor of the boxing ring, giving me something to lean against.
‘Are you sure?’ I ask.
‘Yeah’ Mac replies, ‘Rich couldn’t get the car till yesterday, his job ran late but I let the cops know it was there so no one messed with it. He went over to hook her up yesterday afternoon and when doing his routine check for any debris from the car, you know cos s.hit gets ripped off when you run off the damn road, he found the tyre marks. They ain’t deep, but he said it looks damn like the driver was speeding up.
