“You found him,” Sanchez answered.

Martinez glanced around, scratched his crotch. At this point, improvisation was in order. “Looking for a bike.”

“You come to the wrong place.”

“Don’t think so,” Martinez said. “Guy from the dealership sent me here.”

Sanchez took off his cap and wiped sweat from his forehead. “Then he fucked up. See, we only do repairs here, only do repairs. No retail, just repairs. He fucked up, man.”

Martinez looked around again. “He said you could get us a good deal.”

“Well, then he fucked up double,” Sanchez insisted. “’Cause we only do repairs here.”

Webster picked up the story. “He said somethin’ about the cause. We give money to the cause, we get a good deal. You sayin’ he was lyin’?”

“I’m sayin’ he fucked up.” Sanchez wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “Who sent you here?”

“Tony.”

“Yeah, Tony.” Sanchez nodded. “He fucks up a lot. Gotta talk to him about that.”

“What about this cause thing?” Martinez said.

“If you want to give money to the cause, I’ll take it. But that ain’t got nothin’ to do with the bikes. Nothin’ for sale. I’m only doin’ repairs.”

“Well, what’s the cause?” Martinez said.

“To stop the fuckin’ government from tellin’ us how to run our lives.” Grease Pit kicked up a toeful of sand. “Too much left-wing regulation shit being crammed down our throats. What the fuck is it their business if we want to wear helmets or not.”

“Right on,” Martinez said.

“So…” Grease Pit snorted. “You want to give me money?”

“Can you make it worth something?” Martinez said.

“Depends.”

Webster started inching toward the shed. “You got lots of good bikes here.”

“All repairs.”

“Nothin’ for sale?”

“Tell you what.” Grease Pit appeared to be thinking. “Tell you what I’m gonna do. Yes, I’m gonna do this and I’m gonna do this just for you. You give me money to the cause, then tell me what you have in mind. Just tell me what you have in mind, I take it back to the owner. Maybe it’ll fly. Maybe it won’t. But maybe it will. But no promises.”

Webster moved closer to the wooden lean-to. “You ain’t got nothin’ for sale right now?”

“Nothin’. I tole you it was all repairs. But you give me money, I take your offer to the owner.”

“So I give you money,” Martinez said. “You go and tell the government to fuck off? What good does that do?”

Grease Pit sneered. “You don’t know shit ’bout how the government works, do you?”

Martinez waited.

Grease Pit said, “You buy off people, man! Get ’em in your pocket. They vote the way you want ’em to vote.”

“Like the NRA,” Martinez said. “Yeah, that’s smart.”