Rocco

He reached deep into the chassis, his thick fingers moving with a surgeon’s precision. A moment later, he pulled out a small, jagged piece of slate.

Rocco wiped his hands on a rag that was more oil than cloth. He didn’t look at the car. He looked at the driver. "A sound like a heartbeat, or a sound like a secret?" He reached deep into the chassis, his thick

Rocco leaned back against his workbench, looking out at the gray sky. "Just tell people the old ways still work. Keeps the lights on." He reached deep into the chassis