A look of confusion passed over Jackson’s face as he approached the table. He paused, taking a short sip from his glass. The amber liquid smelled like JP-50 and tasted worse. His grimace melted into a wry smile as he surveyed the three men at the table. His first impression was that of two brothers – twins? – and their father. He couldn’t fathom why Gebbie had sent him their way.
“Alice?” try as he might, Jackson could not keep the confusion out of his voice.
One of the brothers, the clean-shaven one, kicked a chair such that it slid out in front of Jackson. Taking the hint, and the seat, he rocked on the back legs of the chair, his drink clutched to his chest.
“We hear tell that you’re a passing fair mechanic.”
Jackson looked between the two. “I’ve been told as much.”
“For example?” The o...Read More