JJ
The truck was blue.
I knew that before my heart decided it mattered.
It rolled slowly past the shop windows while I was wiping down my station, and my hand stopped against the vinyl. Older model. Dent above the rear wheel. I watched until it reached the end of the block and turned.
Stitch glanced over. “You good?”
“Yeah.”
He looked toward the windows, then back at me. The important part was that he didn’t ask whether I thought it was Havoc.
Nobody did that anymore.
Nixx and Benny had gotten remarkably good at helping me without helping my fear build monsters.
I finished cleaning my station. The truck hadn’t stopped. The driver hadn’t looked toward the shop. Nothing about it had been suspicious except that I didn’t recognize it.
That was becoming enough.
My phone rang twenty m
