CHAPTER 5 The Garage

Kacey and Jason live in a garage.

Technically it's a chop shop.

Officially it's an auto restoration business.

Unofficially…

It’s where stolen cars get reborn.

The place smells like oil, metal, and burnt rubber. I like it more than most places.

Kacey is halfway under a Mustang when I walk in.

"Hey gremlin," she says from under the car.

"I'm taller than you."

She slides out on a creeper board.

Covered in grease.

Grinning like a feral raccoon.

"Not emotionally."

Jason leans against a tool cabinet, arms crossed.

Big guy. Calm voice.

"Kid still living in the tomb?"

"Yeah."

He sighs.

"You should move somewhere nicer."

"It's cheap."

"It's condemned."

"Exactly."

Kacey tosses me a soda.

"So what do you do all night, Adam?"

"Internet."

"That's depressing."

Jason smirks.

"He means murder."

I shrug.

Neither of them pushes.

They never do.

That's the thing about my family.

They know something is wrong with me.

They just choose not to ask what.