Revenant
“He very much missed the compact power and sheer penile masculinity of the Porsche, but had reluctantly decided to leave it at home in favor of the nearly invisible minivan with the blacked-out windows.For one thing, there would be too many people riding back to the house to fit inside the little sports car. Plus, that flashy rocket would be far too memorable to continue driving in this hick burg now, where almost everyone owned either a four wheel drive pickup or a four wheel drive SUV. Better to be inconspicuous. The Porsche would have to be retired for a while.It had not been an easy decision, though. Max had grown up with less than nothing, scrabbling on the streets of Boston with his crack-addicted mother, never knowing when his next meal was coming or where it was coming from, and had quickly grown accustomed to the finer things in life after developing the co-op scam out in the Arizona desert. It was still incomprehensible to Max how much stuff people would give you if they view...ed you as their hero, their savior, their .MoreLess
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