Kimiko drove while Casey navigated on her phone. They found the old car repair shop situation on a busy corner deep downtown.
It used to be a car repair shop anyway. The windows were boarded up and the old sign was covered in a tarp. The place looked like it had been abandoned long ago, except for the open garage. Bright halogen lighting blazed into the night.
Someone was home, and they liked it bright.
"This is it?" Kimiko asked.
"Yep," Casey said.
Kimiko put the car in park, but kept the engine running. "You're sure? What does she do?"
"Customizes fast n' furious d**k-mobiles? No idea."
"If she does, please try to act interested," Kimiko suggested. "And maybe you shouldn't call them 'd**k-mobiles.' She might find it offensive."
She shut off the engine. They climbed out and walk
