“She’s a runner,” said Silas, the owner of ‘Ace Vegas Autos.’ Silas didn’t care about Leo’s bank statements or his past. He only cared about two things: the down payment and the fact that Leo had a steady paycheck.
The neon glow of the Strip didn't reach the gravel lot on Boulder Highway, but the "NO CREDIT? NO PROBLEM!" sign burned just as bright.
Leo walked back to the lot. He didn't yell. He knew the rules of the game he’d signed up for. Silas was already hosing down the silver sedan, getting it ready for the next person who needed a second chance—or a third. “Short on the hours?” Silas asked, not looking up. “Short on everything,” Leo admitted.