that's perfect!" I interrupted. "I'd love to see your car.""Okay," he said, not convinced. "It's out back, in the garage."Even better, I thought to myself. I waved at Billy. "See you later."A thick stand of trees and shrubbery concealed his garage from the house. The garage was no more thana couple of big preformed sheds that had been bolted together with their interior walls knocked out.
銆��Under this shelter, raised on cinder blocks, was what looked to me like a completed automobile. Irecognized the symbol on the grille, at least.
銆��"What kind of Volkswagen is that?" I asked.
銆��"It's an old Rabbit鈥�986, a classic.""How's it going?" "Almost finished," he said cheerfully. And then his voice dropped into a lower key. "My dad made goodon his promise last spring.""Ah," I said.
銆��He seemed to understand my reluctance to open the subject. I tried not to remember last May at theprom. Jacob had been bribed by his father with money and car parts to deliver a message there. Billywanted me to stay a safe distance from the
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