I headed out to fire up my sweet golden beast. I keep my vintage 1969 GTO in good condition, ensuring a reliable history of starts, minus the rare off day when it just wasn’t ready to wake up on the first turn of the key. It takes care of me, I take care of it. I settled into the smooth leather driver’s seat and turned the key, anticipating its familiar rumble. Click. Click. Click.
“Well that’s new.”
Click. Click. Click.
Turning the key usually makes me smile as the engine bursts to life, but the familiar guttural growl was absent. The disconcerting sound of hollow clicks was confounding. I was about to try again, when from the corner of my eye I saw movement. I turned to look to my right. A taunting figure stood at the passenger window, limp cables swinging from his fist. I opened my door and got out to face my tormentor.
“Car trouble?” said the man, whose mousy high-pitched twang, ripped from a Saturday morning kid’s cartoon, was mismatched with his ogre-like body.
Any other morning, I would have fed those cables to him through his nose. You don’t crawl under another man’s hood without his express consent. But I was willing to make an exception since his unexpected visit was most likely connected with my Cass situation. It looked like I might get some answers without having to call in a favor from Vlad after all.
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