Milk and Honey by Faye Kellerman5/15/2023 ![]() ![]() The guys in the division were always laying odds on what would bust first when the vehicles were returned from service-six-to-one on a leaky radiator, four-to-one on a choked carburetor, three-to-one on the broken air-conditioning system, the odds improving to two-to-one if it was summertime.ĭecker ran his fingers through thick ginger hair. Overworked and underpaid, they’d fix one problem, cause another. If he had a spare minute, he’d check it out himself, haul her onto the lifts and probe her belly. The Plymouth’s alignment was off again, this time pulling to the right. Decker began to cruise down the vacant street, hoping for a second look at what had attracted his attention. The brown unmarked screeched, bucked, then rebelliously reversed directions in the middle of the empty intersection. He yanked the wheel to the left and braked. The flutter of movement was so slight that had Decker not been a pro, he would have missed it. ![]()
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