Jace:
There was something about nightfall in Calusa Cove. The humidity settled lower. The city lights reflected off the river. The air filled with the distant whistle of freight trains rolling through the industrial district. And somewhere… Engines started waking up. I was sitting on the dock behind my shack, absentmindedly flipping my old metal lighter open and closed, when my phone buzzed. Reid. I answered without looking.
"Yeah?"
"You busy?"
"Depends."
"You coming?"
"Where?"
"The ports."
I smiled despite myself. "Didn't that place get shut down?"
"Officially? Yeah. No."
"Unofficially?"
He laughed. "Every Friday."
I shook my head. "I told you."
"I know. No racing. I'm not asking you to race."
"What are you asking?"
"Come remind people Riverside still exists." He paused. ".
