Chapter 47: Money to Burn

Soar Driving School's training lot was usually a place where trainees crawled along slower than turtles, stalling out, coughing, and shaking their way through figure eights. Then an engine roared, harsh and loud. A training sedan shot across the course like a bolt, and with a clean flick of the tail, it drifted into a parking spot. Shane Yale popped the door, climbed out, tossed a fat stack of cash onto the seat, and sauntered off. His spirit was formidable. Even without invoking his Divine Sense,...