Rocco -

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.

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. One rainy Tuesday, a sleek, silent electric sedan

Rocco wiped his hands on a rag that was more oil than cloth. He didn’t look at the car. He looked at the driver. "A sound like a heartbeat, or a sound like a secret?" One rainy Tuesday