They took a blade to the steering wheel. Carved a triangle with a circle through it. Like an eye staring back at me.
The leather is butter-soft. Probably cost more than most people’s cars. And someone just... carved into it. My boss at the car dealership is not happy.
Johnson didn’t care when I showed him. Martinez said I should get more sleep. But I know what I saw.
Here’s the thing that bothers me most. Nobody else even looked twice. Just me running my finger along those grooves.