Raleigh pushed down on the brake with steady pressure. It locked midway and then flattened to the floorboard. He released the pedal and heard Dawson muttering a string of curses. “Stay there, I’m going to need you to do that again in a minute,” Dawson said.
“I was going to ask you something the other day, when we went to the city.” Raleigh played with the twist of hair at his temple.
A steady click of metal on metal came from beneath the car. “That auctioneer dude wouldn’t know working condition if it bit him on his fat old ass. Tap the brake again, Raleigh.”
Raleigh repeated the pressure. The brake didn’t lock and the pedal went down smooth. “I think you got it,” he called from inside the cab.