Chapter Thirty-One
Shane Lewis made his living dismantling wrecked and stolen cars and selling parts on the used spare parts market. He operated his business from a farm in the Riverland and moved his merchandise around the country inside the trucks Arthur Transport used to carry citrus fruit to markets in each state capital.
The downside of the luxury end of his business, as far as Shane was concerned, was his reliance on a supply of stolen cars from people he didn’t control. In recent years, he’d come to rely on Tom Cotton’s network and, until Holden had stuffed up, things had run smoothly and profitably. He’d been able to order cars on demand to get the parts his customers wanted, and Tom’s people hadn’t experienced any problems with the police in the more than five years they’d been
