This wasn't good. Rock's 1994 Toyota Camry was parked in a lot across from the Hot Springs Convention Center. It ordinarily looked bad, with numerous small dents and scratches and faded maroon paint and an interior marred with stains from a thousand spills and litter from a hundred sources.
But from across the lot as Rock approached from a basketball game he had just covered for the paper, he could see that someone or something had peeled up the side edges of the hood so that it had a concave appearance. As he neared he noticed the engine was exposed, and though Rock was no mechanic, he did know enough to know that a lot of wires were missing.
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