Got her painted up like Christine. Damn, I remember that movie." He grimaced. "Scared the pure s**t outta me. I had nightmares that one a these cars was gonna hunt me down and kill me someday." He studied it for a moment longer. "You do all this yourself?"
Delaney nodded and relaxed a little. "Mostly. I have to pay people to re-chrome and do the paint, but I did all the mechanical work." She frowned. "And Needles got me the engine, traded a wrecked Porsche for it, but I'm working it off. Kinda pissed me off; I wanted to buy it myself."
The engine's source was still a bit of a sore spot for her, but the Golden Commando 350 engines didn't come up on the market often enough for me to risk passing it up. Even so, she'd had to put in a huge amount of work rebuilding the engine.
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