Race With a Heart
Chapter 78: There are Always People Who Care

Chapter 78: There are Always People Who Care

"Doesn’t that seem strange to you?" Jack asked, rolling over to face the naked Kevin lying next to him.

After playing in the kitchen, they suddenly felt an urge to continue in bed. So they buried themselves in the sheets, and now they were resting.

"What is supposed to be strange to me?"

Moore was tired and lazy, but he always enjoyed talking to Jack. Lambert lived in a completely different world to Kevin, far from the violent crimes the professor dealt with when the police asked him for consultation, so stories from the racing world were always very interesting and entertaining for Moore.

"Those strange incidents on the track," Jack explained. "I have been driving for years and I have yet to see drivers make such stupid mistakes. Ok, maybe they can happen once in a few races, but twice in a row and to the same driver? Something stinks here. "

"At first glance, these incidents do not appear to be related to each other. You said yourself that these drivers come from different stables, even from different countries ... "

"But there are people who come into contact with every or almost every stable. Organizers, some sponsors. Money can really do a lot. "

"Agreed," Moore nodded. "Give me a motive."

"Motive ... Hmm ... Someone wants to hurt Steve."

"This is the goal of the activities. The question: ’why does he want to harm him’? Is the motive private or professional? Anyone hates him or is he standing in the way of someone? "

"Steve acts like a last asshole sometimes, but I can’t imagine it being revenge. If every asshole were to make such mean enemies, the whole planet would be in chaos. "

Kevin cleared his throat.

"Asshole, but not to the point where anyone wants to maliciously hurt him. Such an ordinary, typical asshole, right? " he asked, suppressing a laugh.

Jack smiled too, but irritably. He has serious problems here!

"So the competition?" the professor concluded.

"But who?" Lambert got up suddenly and sat cross-legged, apparently forgetting that he was naked. Kevin, eyes blinded by the glare, tossed him a pillow.

"So you don’t get cold," he announced.

"Thanks!" Jack placed a pillow between his legs. "I’ve been wondering, and I really don’t know," he admitted, disappointed. "I know people from every stable, and I just don’t see any of them getting into anything that dirty! First of all, money is money, but we are sportsmen and we play clean. "

"You forget that not everyone in sports is clean. There are many cases where athletes are penalized for doping," Moore noted.

"I agree, but here comes the second reason. Such plays, if they come to light, threaten to exclude the stable for several years and this is followed by gigantic financial losses. In addition, a scandal and a stench that will continue behind the brand and people. If it were a competition, it would be doing it quietly, not so spectacularly. Plus, mixing drivers from two other stables ... I just can’t see it. "

"Yes, definitely too much of a risk," admitted Kevin, and began to think seriously. "We have a really interesting situation here."

"Right?" Lambert adjusted his position, holding the pillow so that it did not reveal his masculine charms.

"Really, a curious case" Moore also sat down, in the exact same position opposite his partner, but he immediately covered his manhood with a sheet. "If we assume that we are dealing with one perpetrator here, with someone who organized it all, we have something extremely interesting here. Both situations were disguised as random incidents that could happen on the track. Neither of them were really dangerous, but both were very annoying. How did Steve take them? "

"It’s hard to say," Jack said thoughtfully. "He’s definitely pissed off, but he doesn’t show it. I think if it weren’t for Martin he would have taken it worse, but you know that love gives wings and stuff. "

Moore nodded thoughtfully. He even folded his arms over his bare chest. In that dignified position, his nakedness, and the fact that he probably still had Jack’s sperm in him, made Lambert feel a surge of excitement. Kevin was such a sexy intellectual!

" Which side I look at it, there’s something wrong with me," continued Jack.

"How’s that?" Jack returned to the topic he had raised himself.

"If we have one organizer, and what it looks like if we exclude randomness, we can see a very methodical operation here. This is an attack on Steve, but more on his career than on himself. But if someone really wanted to get him out of racing, wouldn’t it be enough to break his arm or leg? Steve is known to participate in various fights. Plus, you can always cause an accident ... "

"You’re right," agreed Lambert. He was proud to have such a smart boyfriend.

"But the leg and the hand will heal. It is a quick but short-term solution. But if someone’s mind is broken ... "

Jack suddenly felt shivers down his body.

"But this is... inhuman! How could someone want to do this to another person? "

"Exactly. Competition wouldn’t be so cruel, would it? Don’t you think there’s something more personal behind this? "

"But Steve is just ..."

"A common asshole like there are millions in the world. What if not? What do you really know about him? "

"No, come on! How could an ordinary racing driver have such a fierce enemy? "

"You’re right. That’s why I said something was wrong with it. It might as well be some crazy fan who felt offended for some reason and is looking for revenge. A fan with a lot of money. "

"Do not scare me. These fans are a nightmare. Brr. There is nothing worse than an obsessive fan. But Steve has never complained about such a fan. "

"And when did he start confiding in you?" Kevin snapped.

"Also right," Lambert admitted resignedly.

"I have too little data," Moore announced suddenly. "In order to draw any credible conclusions, I would have to talk to the witnesses, to Steve himself and of course to both drivers."

"Probably the hardest thing to get you to do is convince Steve himself to cooperate. But do you really think that the perpetrator can target his psyche? "

"Yes. This is my conclusion from what I know now. Of course I can be wrong ... "

Jack suddenly started to climb out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Moore asked.

"I have to call. I have to warn Karl ... "

Karl Walton, all pale, put down the phone. If Jack’s friend is right, they will have a very difficult position as a racing stable, but Steve Paxton himself will be the in the most difficult one. As his longtime friend, Karl couldn’t help but feel a great deal of uneasiness overwhelming him.

He himself became very concerned when, at the second grand prix, Steve again had problems on the track due to the stupid behavior of the other drivers. The first event may have been pure accident, the second may have been an unfortunate coincidence, but if it comes to the third it will be a clear attack by the enemy.

Walton sincerely hoped that the third incident would not happen. Steve wasn’t one of the nicest people in the world, but he wasn’t bad. There was a lot of rude in him and even more pain that sometimes clouded his mind and made Paxton do something stupid, but he certainly didn’t deserve to be targeted. He definitely didn’t deserve it.

Steve has suffered enough in the last three years. The guilt over Hannah’s accident was so strong in him that he forbade him from seeking happiness for himself. That is why he lived like a penitent, alone, not even being able to enjoy the victory. His smiles were just for show. His love affairs were empty games to release his frustration. Barely Steve shyly started tearing through the clouds of his life when this came along! Karl hoped with all his heart that Jack’s friend was wrong.

But he couldn’t ignore it. Walton was not interested in Lambert’s private life, but he knew the name Kevin Moore very well, having appeared in the press more than once. Not only that, Kevin was one of those Moore’s, so while the young men never dealt more with each other than a casual social conversation at a party, Jack’s friend was not unknown and of dubious credibility. The opinion of someone who is both a college professor and a police consultant cannot be simply ignored. Even if it was just a hunch, it cannot be underestimated. No, when it comes to a friend.

Karl pulled out his phone. He would have to do something about it, though he had no idea what yet. Do an investigation, maybe even hire a private investigator, whatever, but first he has to get in touch with Steve and see how the driver is handling the situation?

Walton dialed Paxton’s number, but the driver didn’t answer. He called again and finally received the information that ’the subscriber is temporarily unavailable’.

The hell! Where is Steve now? Why is he not answering the phone ?!

Throughout the day, Martin’s attention was divided between repairing the old van and the garage door. The boy glanced at them so often that even Teddy noticed it at one point.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"No," he denied reluctantly. "I just ..."

Teddy patted him on the shoulder like an understanding grandpa.

"If you want, you can leave earlier."

"No, no, that’s not the point ..." Martin sighed. "I hope a friend will come by to visit. We have a little bit to talk about. "

"Fine. Close when you go home. We go shopping with Sid and we won’t come back to the workshop anymore, so you don’t have to wait for us. We will go straight home. "

"Okay."

He will come, he will not come, he will come, he will not come ... This counting-out occupied Martin all his thoughts, and he only lacked a flower to tear petals out of it as a divination. Everyone had left and Martin was left alone in the workshop. He was just at ’he will not come ’ when he saw a figure standing in the doorway.

"Steve!"

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