“Son, are you sure you really wanna do that?”
The tech checked his clip board, as if he didn’t really believe someone could be so foolish as to do what he just saw.
“Yep.”
The tech shook his head and drawled, “Don’t you worry about things going wrong or karma or things of that nature?”
Danno spat to his right, ran his hand along the smooth curve of the fender.
“Nope. Don’t believe in that nonsense.”
The tech arched an eyebrow.
“Really.”
It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yep.”
Danno indicated the clipboard with a upward nod.
“You gonna clear my sheet so I can get out of check-in and get dialed in before I have to make my first pass?”
The tech chewed his lower lip.
“I still think you’re making a huge mistake.”
Danno smiled.
“Hasn’t burned me yet. Only thing that can do that is me.”
The tech nodded slowly and pulled out his window marker.
“Your funeral. I hope you know what you’re doin’, son.”
Danno just grinned.
The tech inked the number in the right hand corner of the rear windshield.
Car thirteen.