A forensic mechanic is underneath the Audi when we enter. We announce our presence, he slides out from underneath the chassis, and we introduce ourselves. “I heard people got hurt,” he says, “are they going to make it?” “Two girls got burned,” I say, “one very bad, somebody close to us, but she’ll make it.” “I’m sorry for her,” he says. “I can picture the fire from the state of the vehicle.” Milo and I nod thanks for his sympathy. “What happened?” I ask. He wipes grease off his hands with a filthy rag. “To be honest, I’m stumped. You guys know cars?” We both say yes. The hood is up, some parts under it disassembled. He points at them as he explains. “You got two of the fuel injectors clogged by carbon, like you were using cheap petrol, but the others are clean. So you had two pistons not working and fuel spraying onto the engine.
