Clay’s Garage was a car cloning operation that’s been run for the last couple of years by Bo Freeman. From Clay’s Garage, Bo runs the operation where a stolen cars’ vehicle identification numbers, or VIN, were replaced with ones that belong to legally obtained vehicles. Bo’s men washed car titles clean by using the internet to get vehicle identification numbers from similar makes and models that had been salvaged, then put new VIN plates on the stolen cars’ dashboards and created matching titles. They then re-registered the cars in North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia, where bar codes on New York titles can’t be read.
They were also stealing an average of 25 cars a week and selling the parts through salvage yards in the tri-state area. The dismantling and stolen parts operation was run by Hank Jackson. He would receive orders for specific vehicle parts and give orders to various "steal men" to steal the appropriate vehicle in order to obtain the requested parts. Once the vehicles were stolen, they were taken to Clay’s where they were dismantled. The requested parts were then taken to the various auto body shops that had ordered them.
For Bo and Hank, tonight was a big night. Bo had made a deal to deliver a predetermined list of high-end vehicles to members of the Russian mob. The cars were taken from a storage facility where a number of car dealerships stored their excess inventory and then drove the vehicles to various lay-up locations. If everything worked out, tonight would be a big night.
Bo looked at the clock on the wall in his office and then at Sabrina. "What time is it?" she asked.
"Eight forty-five. Why, where you gotta be?" Bo asked.
"Nowhere," Sabrina lied. There definitely was some-where she had to be, and a certain time that she had to be there. "Nowhere but the bed."
That part was true.
She had a little more than an hour to get where she was going. At ten-thirty she wanted to be between the sheets with Victor Lewis between her thighs. Sabrina knew if Bo didn’t leave there soon that she would be late.
At thirty-seven years old Sabrina Cole was a very beautiful woman. Even when the occasional black eye she’d received from Bo forced her into big sunglasses. She had been with Bo for twelve years since she arrived in New York from Mississippi. In that time she had two years of good and ten years of bad. Sabrina had been sneaking around with Victor for the last six months and for the first time in ten years, she was happy. Sabrina had her a young thug and he was putting it on her.
Victor was twenty-four and made his money running numbers and collecting for Nick. He had been in love with Sabrina since the first time he saw her. To Victor, Sabrina was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Whenever he would have a chance to be anywhere she was, Victor would watch her from a distance. He loved the way she talked; slow, sexy and just country enough to turn him the fuck on. It took him two years to get up nerve to talk to her when Bo wasn’t looking. Come to find out while Victor was watching Sabrina, Sabrina was watching him.
For the next six months they sniffed around one another; flirted and teased one another until one night Victor caught Sabrina alone at a club. She had just had an argument with Bo because she had the nerve to comment on the fact that she caught him openly flirting with another woman while she was sitting right there, and she thought that was disrespectful. After that Bo left the club. Then she saw Hank walk up to the woman Bo was flirting with. They talked for a few seconds before she got up and followed Hank out of the club. What pissed Sabrina off was that she smiled and waved at her before she left to be with Bo.
Never far away and always on the lookout for any opportunity to be with Sabrina, Victor came and sat down next to her.
Sabrina was so caught up in her anger that she didn’t notice Victor until he leaned in close and said, "Hello."
Sabrina was startled when she heard his voice, but the sound of it made her happy. "Hello, Victor."
"Bo shouldn’t leave you alone like this."
"I think Bo has other things on his mind right now."
"His mistake. That would never happen between you and me."
"And why is that?" Sabrina asked and leaned close to Victor.
"Because you are always on my mind."
"You know, Victor, you always say the nicest things to me," Sabrina said and smiled.
"You know I’d do anything to see that smile."
"Why don’t you take me home? See how nice you can be to me," Sabrina told Victor that night. It’s been on since then. Any time that Bo had a job to do, Sabrina would make arrangements to meet Victor.
Sabrina looked at Bo. She knew that he would be busy for hours. She allowed her mind to think about Victor taking his time and making love to every inch of her body. All that needed to happen now was for Hank to say they were ready to go.
"What’s wrong with you?" Bo asked.
"Nothing. I’m just tired, that all."
"Why don’t you go on home then?"
"That’s all right," Sabrina said. "I’ll stay with you until it’s time for you to go."
"For what? To sit here and do nothing? Go on and get outta here. I’ll get with you tomorrow."
Sabrina smiled to herself when she heard that. She stood up and tried her best to look mad. "So I’m not gonna see you later?"
"Gonna be hung up with things most of the night. I told you that."