Falling For A Redneck by Eve Langlais

Author:Eve Langlais [Langlais, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00LHV5TAC
Goodreads: 22625350
Published: 2011-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Using the tow truck, its bumper padded to prevent further damage, Andy pushed Marissa’s car onto the lift in the garage.

Arms crossed, Dirk stared at the car, a frown on his face.

Andy got out of the truck and whistled as he eyed the wrecked Beretta. “And you say she did this bumping into her garage door? How fast was she going? Jeez, look at the front end.”

The car would need some serious bodywork. The bumper—what was left of it—hung brokenly. The grill and lights were cracked and smashed. The hood had buckled up, enough that straightening it was not an option.

When Andy would have started stripping off the damaged pieces, Dirk shooed him away from Marissa’s car, sending him to work on a Volkswagen that had come in that morning. He wanted to look at it himself. Needed to look at it himself. Something didn’t seem right about the accident. Marissa’s car, while old, had appeared to be in perfect condition. Like the rest of her possessions, it appeared pristine on the outside, and knowing what he did of her, he’d wager she kept its inner workings superbly maintained too.

The first thing he did, after placing it in the air on a hoist, was pull off all the wheels and check the brakes. Everything looked in working condition, actually better than working—the pads still thick, the rotors miraculously rust free. When he ran his finger along the first brake line, his finger came away greasy with fluid. Frowning, he checked the other three brake lines and, to his disbelief, on each of the lines he felt the slickness indicating a leak. Upon further inspection, he found tiny pinprick holes on all four lines. Un-freaking-believable. This was no accident!

Dirk brought the car down and perused the bent hood. He wanted a closer peek at the engine compartment, but first he’d have to take the hood off. After much grunting, swearing, and a hand from Andy, they pulled the piece of humped metal off. Grabbing a rag, Dirk then twisted off the brake line reservoir and confirmed its empty state. Dirk bet he’d find most of it pooled on Marissa’s driveway. When she’d pulled out initially, there had probably been just enough fluid in the brakes for her to stop and pull back in. But trying to stop again, the brake lines now empty, forget it. Yet, that alone should have just put her into the garage with a bump, but she’d hit the garage hard.

He remembered her mentioning the engine surging, as if she had her foot on the gas even though she’d been braking at the time. Dirk opened the little spring door on the side of the car, unscrewed the gas cap, and found traces of a white powder. It actually looked like flour, not that he’d taste it. With a sneaky suspicion, Dirk quickly found the needed tools and proceeded to pull out the fuel filter. As he’d already begun to suspect, he found it partially clogged with a sticky matter—the white flour or powder he’d found.

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