The Iron Law of Gravity and Grease on a Broken Asphalt Horizon
CHAPTER 1: A QUIET MANS MEAL “You’re in my seat, old man,” the voice said. It didn’t invite an answer; it simply occupied the air above the laminate table like the exhaust of an idling diesel truck. The leather of the challenger’s jacket creaked as he leaned into the booth lane. He didn’t touch the…