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up Scarlett’s number. This was one phone call I didn’t want to make. I was about to make a shitty day even worse for her.
    The phone rang six times before she groggily answered the phone. “Hello?” she croaked.
    I glanced at the clock again making sure it wasn’t later than I thought it was and saw that it was only three fifteen. “Scarlett? Are you awake?”
    “Uh… I think so.”
    I chuckled under my breath and ran my hand over my head. “Do you have time to talk?”
       “Yeah, um… Levi and I were just taking a… six-hour nap.” Holy fuck I heard her whisper.
    “I’m sure traveling in a car for a couple of days was exhausting. You both needed to catch up on your sleep.” She didn’t say anything, but I could hear she was moving around, and then I heard running water. “So, about your car.”
    “Is it fixed?”
    “Well, no.”
    “Shit. How long until you’ll have it running?”
    “Never,” I cringed.
    I heard her sigh deep, and I felt like an asshole. There really wasn’t any hope for her car, but I felt like shit for telling her that. “I can see how much I could get for scrap out of the car. That would give you some money towards a new car.”
    “What does that mean? I thought you said it was done. Caput. How are you going to get money for it?”
       “I’d sell it to the scrap yard who would crush it and then they would cut you a check for what the market value is for scrap salvage.” Luke generally dealt with the crushers, but I knew what he was doing. This wasn’t the first time someone had brought us a car that wasn’t worth the hassle of fixing. “They pay by the ton.”
    “How much a ton?”
    “About fifty bucks.”
    “How much does my car weigh?”
    “About three tons.”
    “One fifty. I’m going to get one hundred fifty dollars.” Her voice dropped, and I felt like an even bigger piece of shit.
    “I’ll talk to the scrap yard on Monday and make sure I get the most I can for your car.”
    “No, no. Just get me what you normally do and we’ll call it good. You’ve helped me enough. You don’t need to waste your time trying to squeeze every penny out of my car.”
    “But, I think I-”
    “Just send the check when you get it.” She rattled off her address although I already knew where she lived and then she was gone.
    “Son of a bitch.” That wasn’t how I wanted that damn phone call to go. I mean, I didn’t really know how it was supposed to go, but knew I didn’t want her hanging the phone up on me.
    “Everything OK?”
    I looked over my shoulder and saw Luke standing in the doorway.
    “Nope, not unless you can tell me the price of scrap is ten times the price than it really is.”
    “The price of scrap has got you acting like the end of the world?”
    “Not for me, it’s for Sc- uh… for someone else.”
    Luke walked into the garage and looked over Scarlett’s car. “I’m assuming this pile is what’s got you all riled? The owner pissed we can’t give them more for it?”
    “How the hell did the price of scrap get so fucking low?”
    Luke shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the car. “It’s been going down every year. You should be glad we’re not in the salvage business. We’d be up shit creek without a paddle right now.”
    “Yeah, that’s the only good news I’ve heard all day.”       
    “What the fuck is up?”
    I slammed the hood down on the car and crossed my arms over my chest. “This chick rolled into the shop, her face beat to hell, a kid in the car and looking like she’s running from a monster.”
    “Holy fuck.”
    “Yeah. Then, all I’ve got to tell her is her car is shit and have a nice day.” I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. “To top it all off, you wanna know where she’s living?”
    “Where?”
    “Same fucking place we grew up. Remember Renker’s place?”
    “Please tell me she isn’t living there,” Luke cringed.
    “Sure is. My God damn skin crawled when I walked