Paige's POV
By Thursday morning, Lawson Customs had finally settled back into its usual rhythm, although the break-in at the salvage yard was still sitting heavily in the back of my mind.
I had tried not to think about the message.
You should have left the past alone.
I had tried even harder not to think about the second one.
Next time, we'll take something you can't rebuild.
But every time I walked through the workshop, I found myself checking the doors, watching the windows, and wondering who might be watching us from outside.
I hated feeling that way.
I wanted Lawson Customs to feel like home again. So when I walked into the workshop just after eight, I decided to focus on the work in front of me.
Ben was already working on a motorcycle near the back bay, and Mia was sitting at
