The Family's Chaos Mechanic Part One:

Midnight Morretti has two lives, and they don't touch.

Weekdays, she keeps her father's failing auto shop alive — black nail polish under the engine grease, the only goth in a two-bay garage. Weekends, she pours drinks at a strip club fourteen miles outside of town in an outfit that would stop her father's heart if he ever saw it. Different plates on the van. Different world entirely.

Then she pulls over at two a.m. to fix a stranger's radiator hose, and the man in the back seat has a gold ring, a family name that carries weight, and a habit of remembering people who impress him.

By Monday, her father's empty lot has eight cars in it. By the end of the month, so does every corner of her carefully separated life.

She's always been good with her hands. Someone's finally noticed.