Eazy
Eazy — Christchurch’s unapologetic bad boy — lives for the chase, until the chase turns into something he can’t explain.
Chapter 1: The Showhome The slab baked like a skillet. Radios fought, nail guns spat, scaffold rattled. Eazy wandered the site slow, hands in pockets, eyes checking lines the boys would’ve missed. “Brace is off,” he said. The apprentice scrambled, fixed it. The foreman leaned out from the frame. “You hanging 'round?” “Nah. Gotta head to the Sumner job.” No questions. No one doubted him. Supplies showed up, clients shut up...
