Miguel slammed the jeep's door behind him and trudged towards the garage, walking past the pickup truck, the two sedans and the motorcycle with only a moment's glance; it was early for multiple customers, which prompted a slight increase to his pace as he moved through the door. The pickup was his brother's; the truck wasn't much to look at, but Miguel knew it had been gutted and rebuilt almost entirely on the inside. Mainly under the hood, which was where Julian's true genius came out.<br/><br/>Ken, their front desk worker lived close enough that he could walk over from his home, and their part-time guy, Leon, wouldn't be in today. One of the sedans belonged to Ben, the only other full-time mechanic on staff at the moment aside from Julian. He carpooled with the tow guy, Wesley; when needed Miguel would take a truck out as well, as they had two, but usually he kept himself occupied with things in the garage.<br/><br/>Two people at the shop was a busy start to a day, which brought a grin to Miguel's brown visage as he scanned the faces awaiting him inside. Better to be busy than bored.<br/><br/>He arrived just in time to hear an exchange taking place between his brother and a man that looked very familiar - he heard a distinctive southern twang in the voice and he thought back to the Harley he'd walked past outside, both of which helped him identify their visitor.<br/><br/>"A business proposition, Mr. Rausch? Looking for some help with that bike at a discount?"<br/><br/>He grinned, as the words had been said jokingly and with no heat behind them; Jason wasn't a bad guy, even if he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>their competition. At the moment the man appeared to be afflicted by some kind of physical discomfort, although that might have just been the heat. Miguel watched him for a moment, concerned, before turning to regard the individual sitting down, reading the Bible.<br/><br/>"I hope you're well, Father," he said as he gestured towards Ben, who was frowning over a blowtorch and a crate of propane tanks in the corner. When the red haired worker reached him, Miguel jerked his head towards the Chevy parked outside.<br/><br/>"Bring in the Padre's car and get started. He got here early, he shouldn't need to wait so long. Get moving, or you'll need to recite a few Hail Marys if you want your paycheck this week," he added with a wink as the man, younger than either him or Julian, but a naturally gifted mechanic with a lot of promise, trotted outside to the car with the keys in his grip.<br/><br/>With a grunt of satisfaction Miguel turned back in time to spot Ken watching him nervously.<br/><br/>"We got a call for a tow. Out at Elliot's Diner."<br/><br/>"And why isn't Wes already handling it?"<br/><br/>"He's taking a shit, Miguel."<br/><br/>The older de Santa took a deep breath and glanced over at his brother with a rueful grin. They were going to need to start rationing out bathroom time with how often the driver was setting up shop in there. He blamed it on all the Mexican food he ate, but that wasn't true. The man ate<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>.<br/><br/>"How long ago did the call come in?"<br/><br/>"Probably twenty minutes or so."<br/><br/>"And Elliot's is a half hour drive from here. Tell Wes to pinch off whatever he's pushing out and get to work, we didn't hire him just so he could lounge on the throne."<br/><br/>As the young man scurried off, Miguel returned his attention to his brother and the motorcycle owner.<br/><br/>"Got just the place, this way," he said in response to the man's request for somewhere to speak in private, as he moved to the opposite side of the garage where the office was. "Guessing he's not here about the bike after all, Toro," he said to his brother as he pushed the plywood door open and waited in the room, his back to the punching bag with the desk several yards to his right. He wondered what the man wanted to discuss with them, but there was only one way to find out.<br/><br/>"But if you need to visit the restroom first, by all means," he said, recalling the strained look he'd glimpsed on Rausch's features. "There's a can of air freshener on the sink, in there. You know. Just in case."