Tanaka, a wiry man with a cobalt-blue rag tucked in his pocket, took one look at the Impala and nodded. “Your father’s car,” he said to Lena. “He brought it here in ’89. Same problem.”
Tanaka, a wiry man with a cobalt-blue rag tucked in his pocket, took one look at the Impala and nodded. “Your father’s car,” he said to Lena. “He brought it here in ’89. Same problem.”
