Can You Save My Mom's Life For Three Dollars?

"Can you save my mom's life for three dollars?" The question sliced through the warehouse

like a gunshot. Fifteen street racers froze mid-conversation, engines quieted, tools stopped clinking.

At the doorway stood a nine-year-old boy, Ethan Carter, gripping a crumpled

three bill with both hands. The Night Run Crew was no place for kids.

Ex-cons, night racers, underground mechanics, men hardened by life in the street.

The crew's leader, Mark Dalton, walked toward him slowly. Massive,

tattooed, intimidating by design, but Ethan didn't step back.

"What's your name, kid?" "E- Ethan. Ethan Carter." "And where are your