Chapter 4
The living room was dark and cool as Jenny pushed open the door, evidence that in spite of her overtime at the garage, she had still managed to beat Bryan back to the apartment. Unbuttoning her coverall, she maneuvered around the furniture, glancing at the clock on the DVD player. Eleven o’clock. He could be out for hours yet.
Jenny hadn’t hesitated when Otto asked her to stick around and work on the Corvair that had been brought in that morning. It was Tuesday. Bryan had made a point of reminding her at breakfast that he was going to be out late, having dinner and drinks with some of the lawyers from the new firm. Waiting up was pointless, and it was worth even less to hang around their lonely apartment when she could lose herself in the familiar scent of motor oil and the com
