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Elias wiped a smear of grease from his forehead and climbed back into the cab. "You already paid for the 'Better' service, kid. Next time, keep your eyes on the road and off your phone."
Thirty minutes later, he was staring into the abyss. A lime-green Aventador was balanced precariously on a jagged limestone shelf, forty feet above a drop that ended in jagged pines. The owner, a kid in a tailored suit who looked like he’d never seen dirt before, was pacing the shoulder. Elias wiped a smear of grease from his
"You can't save it," the kid stammered. "The first guy who showed up said it’s a total loss. He wouldn't even touch it." A lime-green Aventador was balanced precariously on a
"The first guy didn't have a stabilizing outrigger," Elias said, hopping out and patting the side of his truck. "Watch and learn, kid." "The first guy who showed up said it’s a total loss
The tension in the steel cables hummed a low, terrifying note. The sportscar groaned. A rock tumbled into the darkness, but the car didn't budge. With a flick of a joystick, the "Better Towing" cradle engaged. Instead of pulling the car up the slope—which would have ripped the bumper off—Elias lifted it vertically, hovering it over the jagged rocks before swinging it gently back onto the pavement.