The address led him to a crumbling driveway behind a body shop. There, under a flickering security light, sat the car. It wasn't silver or black. It was verde british racing —a deep, bruised green that had faded to a matte patina on the roof. The rear bumper was held on with a single zip tie. One headlight was fogged yellow, like a tired old eye.
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