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Chelsey
When we arrived at the hangar, Liam walked Melody and me inside while Slade stayed out to take a phone call. From the look on his face, it wasn’t someone he enjoyed talking to, either.
“What’s going to happen to Slade’s car?” asked Melody as we walked over to the building.
“We’ve arranged to have it stored here at the airport until Slade can figure out what he wants to do with it,” replied Liam.
“Is he going to sell it?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. He might have it shipped to Romania. He loves collecting old cars, so he’ll probably add it to his collection.”
I looked back at the car one last time and sighed, remembering how my dad used to watch car-restoration shows on cable. Many times, he tried getting me enthused about the old cars. To me, anything to do with
