The hood was up, engine gleamed but wasn’t entirely assembled, post that held up the hood rusty, but original, according to Elprin.
He had a tool jammed inside a component, Flanigan didn’t know shit about either.
It wasn’t a screwdriver, but…
“You gonna be ok?”
Elprin shrugged, at least that’s how Flanigan would tell it if somebody asked, but it was more of a flinch even though Elprin knew Flanigan was standing there.
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