Car wash

The door had almost shut when two fingers pressed lightly against it, forcing it from its home. Jack quietly slipped between the crack, eerie reddish glow pouring through the small front room from somewhere outside.

Reaching in his pocket, he dug out a small piece of clean plastic, and tossed it to the desk with a mutter. "I don't do favors."

Shoving the truck into gear, he let a light smirk cross the otherwise stony face. "So, you want to be washed, huh?"

The night was littered with puddles from several days of rain. Wet tires shot through the biggest with a tired waver, splashing the sidewalks and buildings... and one poor schmuck who happened to be walking there.

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