Chapter 15“You have to move your car.”
“Fuck.” Nick held his hand over the bottom half of his cell phone in an attempt to muffle his curses and complaining. He’d woken up to the sound of his ringtone and grabbed the phone right away, thinking it was Katie wishing him a good morning. When Greg’s gruff but kind tone greeted him instead, the weight of Nick’s precarious situation came back to him. My car. My poor goddamn car that I still have no money for.
It had been over two weeks since it hadn’t started. Greg had been a saint for keeping it so long without a peep. But like anything Greg did, he ignored the issue until it became a pressing matter. He was probably getting the third degree from his bosses, which now led him to call Nick at the ungodly hour of 7:45 A.M.
“You still there, Nic
