Mayhem takes one slow step forward. "What business have you got with Cobra?"
“Well…” She tilts her head thoughtfully, and a smile spreads across her face. "I'd really rather tell him directly.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Please.”
Mayhem studies her for a long moment, then looks towards Tucker.
Tucker sighs. "I'll go get him."
As Tucker disappears next door, the woman looks around the garage again with open delight.
"I have to say…" She smiles at all of us, her dark eyes twinkling. "You've all been much friendlier than my horoscope predicted."
Nobody knows what to do with that, least of all me.
Because somewhere between complimenting Tucker's glasses, admiring Diesel's beard, introducing herself to a motorcycle, and silencing my brother – all in under sixty seconds – I’ve come to one ver
