It sputtered down the road and past a sign reading, ENTERING STONY CREEK—EST. 1846. Once a silver-mining camp, Stony Creek looked like the kind of small town where everybody knew everybody else. Jack also hoped it was the kind of town where you could find a great mechanic at any hour of the night. Jack managed to nurse his cab all the way to Eddie’s Service Station. As they got out of the cab, he turned to the kids. “Don’t say anything. Don’t touch anything. And don’t do anything . . . freaky,” he instructed them. Then he turned and called out to see if anyone was there. A man who looked to be in his fifties walked out from a dusty old office. This was Eddie, who owned the garage.“We’re closed,” he explained. “I know,” Jack responded. “It’s just we’ve experienced some car trouble.” Eddie shrugged. “We’re still closed. Better to experience some car trouble when we’re open.” “I’ll plan better next time,” Jack said. “Jack Bruno,” Sara said, ignoring his instructions to remain quiet.
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