Remy, what in the world have you done now?

All Remy had to do was take the van out for a simple detailing job to prep it for a magazine ad photo shoot they'd scheduled. Wash and wax. Vacuum out the inside. Maybe touch up the plain white paint and the black stenciled letters bearing the company name and logo—CT Inspectorate. A simple job. Two hours tops. Now, nearly a day later, Remy was just getting back to the office. Just in time for quitting time. Typical Remy.

For maximum effect, Remy coasted by as if to make certain all eyes were on him. Bastien couldn't actually see his cousin behind the smoky, reflective tinted windows, but he could imagine Remy's I'm all that expression. Bastien caught his own scowling reflection in the window as Remy passed by him. He felt the vibrating thrum of the van's radio cranked high through the thick soles of his work boots as he stood out in the parking lot along with some of his employees. He simmered as Remy tried to maneuver the van into its parking spot. Hard to make those tight turns, Bastien observed, now that Remy had replaced the standard rims and tires with custom chrome rims and high-profile tires.

"Are those twenty-twos?" Alonzo Benavidez, Bastien's first shift crew chief, slid his sunglasses down onto the tip of his nose and peered over the edge in admiration of Remy's new chrome hubcaps. "Dang! That boy's rolling large."

"Those aren't twenty-twos. Those are thirty-inch rims… Gio-vannas," Jayden Jeffers, Bastien's summer hire corrected.

"How woul