He banged his fist on the steering wheel and heard the crack and let out a howl of frustration. He had not hit the wheel hard, just a glancing blow, but Rock was a smash wizard. He had the start of power in his bare hands, and that was what he had used, a bare hand. If he had hit the steering wheel with a tool, like a hammer or screwdriver, or even if he had had a stick or wooden ruler in his hand, the blow would have been magnified enough by his smash power to shatter the wheel. As it was, it was slightly bent and had a crack.
A steering wheel was cheap to replace. If Cashman noticed it, he would deduct fifty bucks. Rock didn’t like dealing with Cash who did always pay him, but never enough. On the other hand, the used car dealer had been around forever, bought stolen vehicles, and covered himself and his suppliers well. Rock had had enough run-ins with the cops to know he had no skill in ducking them.
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