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The former home to Kirkland Auto Repair had been abandoned for years. The painted letters on the sign were peeling from decades of heat and sunlight. Crabgrass grew from every c***k in the blacktop. Rotting plywood had replaced the plate glass windows. The storage lot next to the building was overgrown with sow thistle and snakeweed—the only signs of life among the rusted hulks of cars.
A low rider, metal-flake purple Monte Carlo sat parked in the driveway. On the far side of the street, a full-size Dodge Ram truck sat idling. The words AA Ajo Auto Repair had been painted on the side of the truck—Goblin’s shop.
Terrance parked along the street, positioning the back of the trailer next to the driveway. Shea and Terrance got out and walked over to Goblin’s truck. He rolled down the win
