"Steve ..." the boy turned to face him, but he didn't know what to say. He just stared as if to see if Paxton was alright.
"I'm fine," assured the driver. He took off his jacket and threw it over the boy's shoulders. "I'm Steve Paxton, the pride of this city. Contrary to appearances, these types of groups respect people like me. I was in no danger. "
Martin really made sure. Paxton's jacket smelled of his expensive cologne and leather, but the smell of cigarette smoke was barely perceptible.
A police car pulled up at the car repair shop and two policemen got out. After a while the second joined him.
"This is I who made a call" Steve went out to meet them.
