Chapter 11
Carlos was looking under the hood of a Pathfinder when I approached him at the garage. There was another mechanic with him, a smaller Hispanic-looking man, and he was explaining something to the guy in Spanish. When he saw me, he immediately switched to English and asked what I wanted.
“I don’t know if you remember me,” I said. “I’m Mark. Darren’s…friend.”
“I know who you are,” he said.
“Can I talk with you privately for a moment? It won’t take long.”
Carlos looked me over and frowned before turning back to the Hispanic guy beside him. He said something in Spanish to the guy and the guy nodded. Then he turned back to me and told me to follow him to his office.
Carlos’s office was a small room at the back of the garage. It was dingy and cluttered and I felt totally claustro
