Dan rubbed the hood of his brand new, cherry colored Chevy Corvette Stringray with a clean cloth, then stepped back to admire it. His chest swelled. He’d longed for one of these ever since he could drive. He leaned in to continue cleaning then—
A cough from someone at the end of his driveway.
His face fell as he turned, sparks flying through his mind, seeking the memory of how he knew this man. The guy was tall and thin, with a cigar that just barely dangled from his lips. Dan’s blood pressure dropped. Had it been twenty years already?
“Hello, Danny-boy,” the man said. “Good to see you again. Years have treated you well, I see?” At this, he glanced at the car, his gaze dripping with want.
Dan clenched his fists. “I—I—”
“Breathe, Danny-boy. You’ll give yourself a heart attack.”
The man’s mouth curled into a hungry grin that made Dan’s skin crawl. “Please, don’t take my car. I’ve worked so hard for it…so many years—”
“No worries. I’m not here for the car, Danny-boy.”
Dan’s shoulders slumped in relief, then immediately tensed again. “What do you want, then?”
“Dad?” a small voice came from the garage.
“Tyler, go inside the house. This doesn’t concern you.” Dan nodded his head and hoped the ten year old would obey, for once.
“Oh, but this situation very much concerns Tyler, Danny-boy,” the man crooned.
Dan furrowed his brow. “What do you—”
“The most valuable thing you possess, Danny-boy. That wouldn’t be some rusty old car, now would it?” The man choked on his laugh. Continue reading