Rawlins glanced disapprovingly at the dashboard as he made the familiar right turn to go through the metal gates to the factory. The engine warning light had been on for a couple of days now, but he hadn’t had time to go and get the car looked at yet. It seemed to be running as well as it ever did — which was just alright, at best — but that could change at any moment. The building was shabby, as it had been since twenty-six years ago when Rawlins first drove in. Since then, he had come...
