Rocco

"It’s making a sound," the suit said, waving a hand vaguely at the car.

One rainy Tuesday, a sleek, silent electric sedan pulled into his bay—a stark contrast to the rusted muscle cars and wheezing minivans that usually occupied his lift. Out stepped a young man in a suit that cost more than Rocco’s first three tow trucks combined. "It’s making a sound," the suit said, waving

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. "It’s making a sound