« Eight thousand dollars, » he said. « Cash or card? »
I stared at the number, then looked through the glass behind him.
My car sat with its hood open, untouched. I hadn’t heard the engine run once since I handed Kyle my keys.
He leaned closer, wearing the same patient smile he’d used all morning.
« Cash or card? »
« I know it’s a shock, sweetheart, but the engine’s finished. »
Sweetheart.
He’d called me that four times.