Chapter 8

Mike tightened the final bolt on the Mustang’s engine mounts, eased out from under the car, stood, and stepped back to view his work. A person could eat off that engine now. Not a speck of grease or dirt remained, and he knew the inside was in just as good shape. He’d been able to accomplish a lot in a few short weeks. Thanks to Jeff, for the most part. He made sure he didn’t neglect any of the work he was doing for Castle Classic Cars, but he knew Jeff kept close track of what he assigned to Mike and made sure he had time to work on his own car. There was no question—the Mustang would be ready to go for the stock car races held in conjunction with county fair in late August, a good place to start again. If he did well, like take first place, he might be able to afford an attorney to look into clearing his name and getting his conviction reversed.