Sundance
Wednesday night, I walked into the war room to find Moses, Wrath, and Rocky playing cards with Snowcone, as planned. Judging by the number of empties in front of Snowcone, Moses had done his job in getting him nice and relaxed.
After having spent two nights in Wyatt’s bed, the last place I wanted to be was here, doing what I was about to do, but the play was in motion and the timing couldn’t be helped. “Heard you were in here,” I said with a casual smile, approaching Snowcone.
“You been lookin’ for me, Boss?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, I need you to take a look at my Caddy.”
I’d been restoring a 1957 Cadillac Fleetwood for the last two years, working on it when the mood hit, so my story wasn’t entirely a lie.
“Oh, yeah? What’s up?”
“The valve cover won’t seal right, and Ra
