Chapter 104

By six o’clock, I’ve rebuilt exactly one-half of one carburettor. Normally I’d have finished three full ones. 

The first part of the repair takes twice as long because I fit a gasket back to front. The second because I spend five minutes looking for a spanner that’s been in my back pocket the entire time. And the third… well. The third is still sitting on my bench half-finished, because I catch myself staring into space instead of working. 

I let out a slow breath and rub at my eyes with the heel of my hand. 

“Everything alright?” 

I look up. 

Diesel is leaning against the next workbench, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. 

“Fine.”