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The man ran a finger over the metal. Ten years ago, a legendary getaway car had vanished after a heist, leaving behind only three of its custom wheels at the crash site. The fourth had become a ghost story in the racing world—rumored to have the encryption key for a Swiss vault etched into the inner barrel.

"I'm not selling," Sal said, leaning against his workbench. "But I am trading." SELL TRADE WHEELS

Sal looked at the prototype wheels, then at the scarred gold BBS. He knew that once that wheel left his shop, a decade-old mystery would be solved, and likely, a few people would go missing. He picked up a lug wrench and sighed. The man ran a finger over the metal