Chapter 16

Rivet grinned. “Follow me, will you?”

The only garage Eddie had ever seen had been on a tour of the city’s transportation services way back in the days of first school. That garage had been bright, clean, and full of blinking electronics guarded by a couple of guys in uniforms. The garage Rivet had led him to was, in stark contrast, lit by a single bulb, housed things that scurried into dark corners when the two of them entered, and was so poorly constructed that the fading light of outdoor skies could be seen peeking through the walls in more than a few places.

The building was full—floor to ceiling in some spots—of items that Eddie thought were junk on first sight. When he realized what he was seeing was mostly metal, actual true to the word metal, he understood that Rivet was sitting on a goldmine.

“Damn, Rivet,” Eddie breathed, his eyes wandering over the collection of parts, pieces, and tools. “You’ve got a fucking fortune here!”