THE HONEYBUN HOME SMELLED like soup and biscuits when they walked in the front door. Fabiana grinned and licked her lips, her stomach grumbling. They’d only had time to grab a glass of juice and some toast before running out the door that morning. They’d had a busy morning at the Speedway, settling some issues they’d both let go over the past several days and trying to placate their crews, who were apoplectic about the fact that they hadn’t been around.
To make matters worse, Warwicke’s crew chief, Todd Jacobs, hadn’t shown up to work for several days and nobody could find him. Warwicke was really worried about the man. They’d been friends for years.
Fabiana cast him a furtive glance as they started down the hallway, toward the noisy kitchen. His face was drawn, with deep frown lines acr
