My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. Come alone. A shiver, both of fear and excitement, traced its way down my spine. This was it. No turning back. I took a deep breath, grabbing my keys. The night air was crisp, hinting at snow. Christmas lights glittered, a kaleidoscope of color reflecting on the slick pavement.
Rourke Customs wasn't just a garage; it was a fortress. Industrial lighting cast long shadows across the concrete yard, illuminating rows of gleaming motorcycles, each one a beast of chrome and steel. The main building was a brutalist structure of dark brick and corrugated metal, its windows reflecting the streetlights like blind eyes.
My little Honda Civic looked ridiculously out of place amongst the custom choppers and muscle bikes. I parked, killed the engi
