"Fine. You don't get to drive it. That specific enough for you, wiseass?"
The Mustang is still sitting where they left it, heatwaves radiating in gentle wavering lines off its hood and roof, gray paint dully reflecting back the sun. It's not quite the silver he wants it to be, and it's not the newest model or anything, but it's fast and it's gruff and he likes it, and no, it is not going to be driven by anyone other than him.
Not now. Not ever, until he sells it, on the off chance that he might ever be able to afford a better car.
It definitely won't be handed over to the lunatic who stole Danny's crime scene and kidnapped him into partnership, okay, that's for sure.
He's just at the car, leaning a hip against the trunk door, as footsteps sound, and Chin Ho Kelly appears, steps quick and purposeful. "It's not far," he says, as he comes into earshot, before nodding to a sleek motorcycle parked nearby. "You guys okay with following?"
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"Fine. You don't get to drive it. That specific enough for you, wiseass?"
The Mustang is still sitting where they left it, heatwaves radiating in gentle wavering lines off its hood and roof, gray paint dully reflecting back the sun. It's not quite the silver he wants it to be, and it's not the newest model or anything, but it's fast and it's gruff and he likes it, and no, it is not going to be driven by anyone other than him.
Not now. Not ever, until he sells it, on the off chance that he might ever be able to afford a better car.
It definitely won't be handed over to the lunatic who stole Danny's crime scene and kidnapped him into partnership, okay, that's for sure.
He's just at the car, leaning a hip against the trunk door, as footsteps sound, and Chin Ho Kelly appears, steps quick and purposeful. "It's not far," he says, as he comes into earshot, before nodding to a sleek motorcycle parked nearby. "You guys okay with following?"