Chapter 17The tire place wasn't too busy, which was a blessing. Instead of leaving the tire there and coming back, we waited, and I paid the gruff-looking guy in a soiled gray shirt with his name—Gary—over the pocket and tattoos snaking up his arms. Then Bill loaded up my fixed tire, and we hopped back into his car.
He drove around the block and turned into a parking lot behind the storefronts off Main. We weren't too far from the church where the Woodbines had the vigil for Jeanie, and the house where I'd found her in a nest of rogue vampires. I forced myself not to think about it. I still had nightmares of that night. Of course, that was the first time I had met Vasyl, so something good came from that night. We exited the car. I was curious to see where he would take me for lunch.
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