I actually never met her. I got the call from dispatch about a car that had broken down on the side of the road. Apparently, she wanted me to signal with my lights so she knew it was me and not a stranger. I think I did what she asked for but when I got to the car it was empty. I took it back to my shop so I could get a closer look. It’s started turning on by itself lately, but the gas pedals are still dead as a door nail. I haven’t been able to sleep since I brought it into the shop.

I overheard a customer say that a strange looking girl popped into the 24-hour dinner. I don’t trust their cooking, they mess my insides.