Chapter 10

“He seemed to think it was a good chance after his last doctor’s visit.” Casa grinned. “He sure hates not to be able to drive. I know he’s getting antsy as hell and can’t say I blame him. Dragging that chunk of fiberglass around has to get old fast, and he really misses riding and being out in the middle of everything from what he’s said.”

“Well, that settles it. We’ve got lots of stuff to celebrate, so let’s see what we can whip up here.” Stace looked at his two friends. “Who’s going to talk to Dough Boy? He can be a real SOB if you don’t hit him right, but a little sweet talking should get to his pride and make him want to show off his gourmet cookin’ with a little bonus to sweeten the deal.”

After thinking a moment, Casa grinned. “We can get Miguel to do it. He calls the old fart mi tio especialand flatters him all the time. He can get about anything he wants.”

“Special uncle, my ass! But if it works, I’m good with it,” Spark said.