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mean clean up?”
    “He broke a liquor bottle over there by the door.  Glass was all over the place. I don’t know what’s wrong with Bruce’s head. He know Swag don’t allow nobody drinking at the junkyard.”
    “Bruce wouldn’t do that. He takes this job very seriously. You know that.”
    “Well someone was here drinking last night. Unless it was a ghost than it had to be Bruce.” Roy took the tire outside.
    “Mr. Swaggert?” Dylan marched back to the counter.
    “Here.” Swaggert handed an Asian man his merchandise.
    “Next.”
    “Mr. Swaggert?”
    “Get from ova here.” He shoved Dylan from behind the counter.
    “Look I know you don’t like me.”
    “Damn straight.” He punched buttons.
    “What’s up with Bruce? I called his cell and he’s not even answering.”
    “I don’t know, shit. Do I look like Bruce is in my damn pocket?  Shit I know his ass was suppose to be working and he was in here drinking. I had to sweep up all that damn glass. I’ve had it with Bruce and his shit.” Swaggert gave a man his change. The next customer stepped up.
    “But this isn’t like Bruce at all. Something’s not adding up.”
    “One thing’s for sure…” Swaggert took the customer’s money.  “I’ve given Bruce his last damn chance. If he’s gonna piss all over me than he can go work somewhere else.”
    “Something could’ve happened to him.”
    “Why do you care?” He spit in the trash can. “It’s because of you his life is a mess to begin with. He was doing all right until he hooked up with you and your crazy mother.”
    “How dare you? My mother is dead!”
    “Good riddance.”
    “Oh!” Dylan snatched her purse.  “You are the meanest and nastiest man I’ve ever met.  No wonder no one likes to be around you!” She pushed her way through the men. “Go to hell!”
    Swag spit. “You ain’t got a hell to vanish me into, sista. And I ain’t the only one in this room that’ll be going.”
    “If you see Bruce tell him to call me. Could you at least do that?”
    “I could but I won’t. People got their own problems. The whole world doesn’t revolve around you. That’s your problem, ya’ so damn spoiled.  I don’t know what Bruce sees in ya’.”
    “Oh yeah?” Dylan slapped her hand on the counter. “I’d say the same thing about you. I see now why he’s your only friend but I sure don’t see why he’d wanna be!”
    “Get the hell outta here!” Swaggert shot her the bird.
    Dylan bumped into Roy on her way out the garage.
    “You okay, D?”
    “I just can’t believe someone can be so nasty.”
    He tied a bandanna around his head. “Swag? Yep he’s something else.”
    “If you see Bruce can you tell him to call me?”
    “Sure. If you see Bruce tell him to stay away ‘cause Swag wants his head on a stick.” He went inside.
    Dylan caught a glare off the ground as she walked down the driveway.  She bent over. A gold hoop earring with a ruby in the center laid turned to the side in the gravel. 
    She traced her finger over the broken clasp.
    She’d seen this earring somewhere before.
    If only she could remember where.

CHAPTER TEN

    Dylan made her way to Bruce’s hallway.
    Tkk…tkk…tkk…tkk…
    His faucet always dripped.
    Memories overwhelmed her as soon as she walked in. She missed that scent of oil and grime mixed with Bruce’s natural smell. Gasoline made most women gag but she loved it. A vision of them making love hit her.  How Bruce could control her body beyond comprehension. How his hands left tiny streaks of oil on her pale breasts.  How she loved making love with him more when he’d been sweaty and musty instead of fresh from the shower.
    Nadia had been right. Dylan changed when she met Bruce.  The things Nadia disliked about him the most had been the things Dylan treasured.  She admired his temper but hated how it got him into trouble. She liked how he worked his fingers numb just to suit his pride.  How he ate with his elbows on the table,