Chapter 2

“I’m Jeff Castle,” he said. “I have a junkyard, but it’s not just a standard old clunker one. I specialize in muscle cars. There’s supposed to be a Barracuda in pretty good shape down here on a farm a guy just bought. If it’s half what he said, I’ll be taking it back.”

“Name’s Mike,” the stranger said after a moment. “Home was once in east Texas. Now it’s not anywhere in particular. My old car broke down, and I guess I took the wrong direction trying to make my way back to the highway. I was trying to locate the place where my uncle used to live, but it looks like he’s long gone.”

“What’s your trade? Looking for a job?” Again the offer was impulsive, but Jeff figured if Mike was hungry enough he might be willing to work, for a while anyway. Right now any warm body and willing hands would be better than what he had. Covering all the bases alone was just not hacking it.