LEXIE
"Okay, so this is her," Crow said, gesturing at the bike like he was introducing me to royalty.
She was mostly bare metal, half the panels missing, one wheel propped separately against the wall, but Crow's face had the glow of a man who saw something completely different from what was actually sitting in front of him.
"She looks like a crime scene," I said.
"She looks like potential," he corrected. "Give me two more weeks."
"What even is she?"
"1978 something-or-other," he said, waving a hand vaguely. "Found her in a barn two towns over, owner just wanted her gone. Paid him fifty bucks and towed her back myself."
"You paid fifty dollars for a pile of rust."
"I paid fifty dollars for a legend waiting to happen," he said, deeply offended on the bike's behalf.
I crouched down n
