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Ellis Dove posts in Grand Theft Auto: Hotwire

“What’d he look like?”

“Can’t really say. Hispanic maybe?” Joey was just on the up side of not-so-bright, but there wasn’t anything he could say that would hurt the shop, and Ellis knew this.

“But a cop.” Ellis said flatly, moving around the shop to see if anything had gone a miss.

“Yeah. A cop.”

Ellis didn't much like cops but he didn’t have a beef at present with any either. He’d kept his nose clean for almost two years now. Long enough to go unnoticed he hoped. Clearing out of LA had been the smart move though. The right move. Once his probation had been over he had no more use for California. So here he was, trying to get back into his dad’s business and lead a somewhat straight life.

“Did he check the cars?”

“He took plate numbers mostly. Asked about the Charger?”

Ellis looked over at the red 66’ Dodge in the corner, the tarp half thrown back off the hood. “Asked what?” He moved toward the car his dad had driven back in the day and stripped the tarp completely off. He hadn’t really paid much attention to the ride since his dad’s death, but he knew the potential it held off the line.

“Just stuff. Like was it for race or show? When was the last time it was ran? Shit stuff.” Joey said following Ellis to the car.

Ellis ran his hand over the top above the driver’s window. The car could hunt down and kill most shit out there, but it was outdated. Rice burners ran the streets these days. NOS ran Hondas and stripped out Nissans. Fast and quick, but not monsters like the Dodge. Things were different than when his dad raced. But Ellis was lucky enough to get a taste of the early stuff when he was just able to see over the steering wheel. His dad raced every weekend at a strip outside of San Bernardino. Took his share of the money and fame-for-a-day in the 80s. Then he got into trouble.

Ellis opened the driver’s door and slipped into the leather seat. His hands on the wheel he smoothed his fingers around the grips and let one hand drop to the shifter between the seats. The Hemi was nothing to shake a stick at, but she was big. Not as quick on the turns as some of the other cars in his shop, but flat out? 425 bhp was nothing you wanted to mess with on the street.

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