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Leo watched her drive away, then turned back to a smashed-up Honda Civic. He picked up his wrench and smiled. In the business of junk, he was the only one who knew how to find the treasure.

While gutting the seats, Leo’s crowbar hit something hard beneath the springs. He pulled out a rusted metal tackle box. Inside wasn't fishing gear, but a stack of polaroids from the 80s: a couple laughing at Navy Pier, a handwritten map to a spot in Starved Rock, and a pair of gold wedding bands tucked into a velvet pouch. buy junk cars chicago

One Tuesday, a flatbed truck dropped off a 1974 Chevy Nova that looked like it had been pulled from the bottom of Lake Michigan. It was caked in grime, the passenger door was fused shut, and the interior smelled of stale cigarettes and old peppermint. Leo watched her drive away, then turned back