Gemotions

The empty space where his classic Ford pickup had sat felt like a personal attack. John, usually a man of few words, felt his blood pressure rise. The car was gone, snatched away from the security of his property. The reason? A forgotten sticker on the windshield, supposedly.

He spent the next few days in a quiet fury. He went to the junkyard. The junkyard was where his grandfather had taught him everything. He retrieved a few key tools. He carefully planned his moves, and one night, the tow truck company's garage was mysteriously vandalized.