When Eli pulled up in front of his house, it looked even better than he’d left it. Ramon and Miguel had found his mower and gardening tools and were just finishing up the lawn work.
“Hola! Abogado!” Ramon cried out.
Eli was pleased, not only to see the neat yard but also that the boys were cheerfully making good on their promise. “Hey, Ramon! You guys are doing a helluva job.”
Eli pulled a twenty from his wallet.
“You don’t owe us nothing,” Ramon said. “We’re working it off like you said.”
Eli pushed the bill at Ramon. “You need to watch my house for a few days. This is extra.”
As Ramon took it eagerly, he nodded toward the Chevette, which he considered to be less than a real car. “You put the Mustang in the shop? For the window?”
“Nope,” Eli sighed. “It’s in the junkyard. Somebody
