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Suzanne lay on her back on the concrete underneath her jacked-up MGB, giving everything she had to loosening the stuck plug so she could change the oil, even though she’d changed it not even three months earlier. It was the only thing she could think to do aside from taking her engine apart and putting it back together, trying to come to terms with how she’d basically been hung out to dry.
She finally reached for the mallet and whacked the end of her wrench until it gave and she could loosen the bolt. She slid the pan under before pulling out the plug, letting the black oil pour out.
She heard a knock on the open door of her garage, and she held the wrench, looking over and seeing feet, men’s feet, wearing black boots.
When she pushed herself out and looked up, there was Harold star
