A Touch of DeathChapter 2
I laughed when I finally saw Ty's car. It was hard to miss. It stood out like a stripper leading a church service. It was a sleek black muscle car with a supercharger rising like a chrome fist from the center of the hood. I didn't know who manufactured the original chassis, but it was obvious extensive work had gone into it since then. It looked fast, powerful, and utterly impractical for a sub-alpine area like the Tahoe basin. It virtually sat up and begged to scream down some long,...