Keene walked around the old pickup truck parked in the middle of his mechanic shop, followed by Beheen and I trailed behind him both of them. We were like three chu-chu trains.
I could tell that Keene was avoiding Beheen. He always seems to be in a hurry when Beheen wants to talk to him.
“I need some help.” Beheen started.
“I owe the tax people a lot of money” he continued.
Keene looked back at him.
“What’s that got to do with me.” Said Keene.