For nearly two weeks, nothing happened.
That should have made me feel relieved, but instead, the silence sat heavily in the back of my mind because Victor Kane had never been a man who disappeared without a reason.
Lawson Customs, however, had never been busier.
The expanded workshop was running from early morning until late afternoon, and some days, we barely had enough room for another motorcycle to fit through the doors. Ben moved confidently between the lifts, Aiden handled diagnostics beside him, and Mia kept the office running with the kind of efficiency that made me wonder how we had ever managed without her.
I loved it.
I loved the noise, the smell of oil, the tools scattered across benches, and the familiar sound of engines coming back to life.
Most of all, I loved the ordin
