He pointed with the rag toward the bays. One truck was up. Another sat waiting.
“You need somebody fast, try Miller Auto two towns over.”
I looked at the bays. He wasn’t lying, but he also wasn’t helping.
“We just need enough to keep moving,” I said.
“You keep moving on that, you’ll lose more than time.”
Dad cursed under his breath.
Mom touched my arm.
“Maybe while we wait we ask around.”
I ignored her and looked at Nash again.
“You from here?”
“Long enough.”
I pulled Belle’s picture from my pocket.
She hated that photo. Said her smile looked fake. She was right.
I held it out.
“You seen her?”
Nash took the picture but not with surprise. Just a glance, then another longer one.
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“She could’ve changed her hair.”
“She could’ve grown wings too.”
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