Despite the lengthy drive to the client’s house and the snow, everything was going well. No dilemmas, no annoying chatter initiated by Jonah, and best of all, a hell of a pay from a 3-night investigation.

However, the car started to slow, and before anybody knew it they had broken down. It was somewhat predictable from a car like Adam’s. Frustrated, the man grumbles and exits the car, popping the hood open to survey the damage. “Shit,” Adam heaves an exasperated sigh. “We got anything left?”