I left my past as a secret service agent behind and worked as a mechanic. when a sheriff’s son hurt my daughter, his father called me, mocking: “i control this town. she won’t recover from this.” he didn’t know i’d spent 15 years designing secure motorcades. that night, his son’s sports car went down a one-way alley… and it was the last mistake he made. My name is Rodney. I used to protect presidents. Now I fix cars. I chose a quiet life, but trouble found me anyway. It arrived in the form of Be