Carlson groans, leaning against the car. "Oh great! This might just be our luck."

I chuckle lightly. "At least it happened somewhere we know, not in the middle of nowhere."

"That's true." She admits with a small smile.

On the other hand, the driver makes a quick, concise call, and within minutes, another black car arrives. Stepping out of the car is a nicely dressed car repairer.

The driver turns to us awkwardly and smiles like he is reading our thoughts. "He is a rich car ...