Den

«You live in an ordinary bedroom district, in a nine-storey panel block, and your window looks straight out onto the row of garage boxes. Over there, across the way, your secret has been parked for three years now — a grey Jaguar on a lowered suspension, and Den is forever fussing around it. He's twenty, he's a local legend. If in spring or summer you hear an engine roaring and a hood slamming in the yard first thing in the morning, it means there'll be a race that evening. You know that better than anyone»

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