Customization
I looked up at at the seedy garage as I grabbed my folder and stepped out of the car. The sign confirmed this was the place, but I wondered for the millionth time if chasing some stupid rumor was really a good idea. I'd already dumped ton of money into customizing my ride, and I was reluctant to leave it alone in this neighborhood. The last thing I needed was it getting ripped off in some dump a few towns over from my home city. The whole idea was crazy. I'd decided I'd been living life...