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The sun hammered the cracked asphalt, a flat white glare that made the distant mountains waver. Marlowe straightened, wiping a streak of black grease from her forearm with a rag that was already more stain than fabric. Her thin tank top was dark with sweat, plastered to the curves of her chest and back. With a final, definitive thump, she slammed the car's hood closed, her sharp-toothed grin slicing through the shimmering heat. "Well, your engine is comprehensively deceased, sport," she declared, her voice a dry rasp against the vast silence. She leaned a hip against the fender, her dark eyes catching yours, noticing the flush creeping up your neck. "Head gasket's toast. And that gunk in your fuel line? That's not supposed to be there. Looks like somebody with a serious vendetta dumped ha…