Its bold, masculine lines screamed pure power -- just like its super-charged engine, and just like its owner.
The car was one-of-a-kind. From what Lawton told me, he had restored it himself, taking months to get every detail just perfect.
I still didn't get it. Why would he do such a thing? If I had that kind of money, I'd just buy something fantastic and be done with it.
But then again, I wasn't a car buff. And besides, I could barely check my oil.
I would've spotted the car sooner, except for a tight grouping of tall vehicles in the previous row. Was Lawton hoping to hide? If so, he was going about it all wrong. If he didn't want to be noticed, he should've driven a different car.
I stalked up to the car and rapped against the driver's side window. When it slid down, I felt my lips purse in annoyance.
It wasn't even Lawton. It was his dick of a brother.
He studied me with a marked lack of enthusiasm. "Can I help you?" he said.
I glared down at him. "Where's your brother?"
"Which one?"
"Oh, cut the crap," I said. "You know which one."
"My guess? He's out looking for you."
"Nice story," I said. "But I saw him earlier. And then he disappeared. So he sure as hell isn't looking forme."
"Yeah? You checkyourcar lately?"
My car was in the back parking lot. Actually, I hadn't checked. But that was beside the point. I knew the brush-off when I saw it.
"You know what?" I said. "You two are assholes. You know that, right?"
He shrugged. "Pretty much."
"Those guys in the trunk?Youbrought them here, didn't you?"
"Well, they sure as hell didn't drive themselves, if that was your other theory."
"Whyhere?" I demanded.
"Hey, it wasn't my idea."
"You dick," I said. "I'm gonna lose my job over this."
He glanced briefly toward the restaurant. "Doubtful."
"Listen." My voice rose. "I don’t give a shit what you idiots think! I'll get fired just as soon as those guys tell the cops I was involved somehow. Word'll get back to the restaurant, and I'll be out on my ass before morning."
Bishop looked unimpressed. "Look," he said, "I admitted to being an asshole. And possibly a dick –"
"Which you are," I said.
"Yeah. But idiot? Now you're just reaching. Here." He motioned me closer. "Lemme give you a hint."
I didn't budge.
He continued anyway. "If you wanna insult someone," he said, "you've gotta have an element of truth. Otherwise, it's just a waste. You end up looking stupid." He grinned. "So who's the idiot now?"
"Oh for God's sake!" I yelled. "Will you just stop already!"
