Elias smiled. He led her to a corner where a single, midnight-black rim sat under a spotlight. It wasn't just black; it was a matte finish that seemed to swallow the light. "These," he said, "are for those who don't want to be seen, but want to be remembered."
"So," Elias said, wiping his hands on a greasy rag, "where are you going to take it?"
When the last wheel was on, Maya stepped back. The transformation was complete. The car looked grounded, powerful, and yes, it looked like it had a secret.