"I've been told that once or twice." I said.
"Today?" He asked.
"So far." I said.
The tension eased slightly, although neither of us forgot why we were having the conversation.
When we walked back into the workshop, Ben looked between us.
"Everything alright?" Ben asked and I answered before Jace could.
"Apparently I'm supposed to avoid doing anything reckless." I said and Ben looked thoughtful.
"Does climbing onto motorcycles count?" Ben asked.
"I didn't ask for examples." I said.
The workshop filled with quiet laughter, and for a few minutes everything felt normal again.
Across town, inside an abandoned warehouse on the edge of an industrial estate, Victor Kane stood over a scarred wooden table covered with photographs.
Most of them showed Lawson Customs. Several showed the cl
