For a moment I stood just inside, watching them play around across the way. The new guy had carefully hung his jacket and helmet on a wall hook meant for tools. He was wearing a ragged turquoise t-shirt and I could see elaborate dark blue tattoos on his powerful arms. His hair was long, straggly, and blond under the filth. He had a short, full brown beard. Altogether he looked like a good guy and a fine drinkin’ buddy to his friends. I didn’t suppose I qualified.
Since they didn’t seem to have noticed me, I wandered over and they both looked up over their shoulders.
“Yeah?” the new guy sneered.
“C’mon, Lee,” said Marc, but he was laughing.
“Just thought I’d ask about the car,” I said as firmly as I dared.
“I’ll get to it,” growled Marc. He sounded tougher, now that his friend was watc
