Dominick studied the odd piece of metal covered in duct tape as he rounded the truck bed. He leaned against it, calling over his shoulder, "I think I found your problem..."
"...besides your truck complaining you don't wash her enough," he added as he handed over the device. Scarred wrist slipped back in the mechanic's outfit as he turned.
"...It's a tracking device," Jack mumbled in mild annoyance.
"Yeah. Someone put it in your muffler."
"So what do I owe you," dropping the tape and metal into a coat pocket, Jack turned as the mechanic walked back to the shop door.
"...A favor," he replied as he slipped back into the darkened building.