Then he stepped outside and disappeared into the parking lot.
I watched him climb onto a black motorcycle before riding calmly out onto the street and Ben wandered over carrying a socket wrench.
“New customers?” Ben asked.
“Looks that way.” I said.
“He seemed alright.” Ben said.
“He did.” I said
I shrugged before returning to the engine waiting on my workbench.
As far as I was concerned, Victor was simply another customer.
There was absolutely no reason to think otherwise.
The rest of the afternoon passed without anything unusual happening.
Motorcycles came and went, Mia somehow kept the appointment board from overflowing and Ben proudly announced that he’d completed an entire service without asking me a single question.
“I only had to look at the manual twice.” He sa
