CHAPTER TWELVE
My heart gave a leap as I’d completely forgotten that Grant had been in the race. We meandered our way through the dispersing crowds and much was my relief when I noticed Boastful parked at the next curve of the track among many of the other surviving leader cars. The trio stood close to the crowds and their dusty hands showed they’d helped move the broken parts and thunders.
Grant noticed us first. He wore a round ill-fitting helmet and his face was covered in dried but still glistening sweat. His attire consisted of a gray-striped jumpsuit and heavy black boots. He flexed his hands which were covered in thick black gloves that featured rubber grips on the fingertips. His face was dusted in a brown coating of dry dirt and his clothes likewise showed the stain of swe
