'Who tried to fix?' Bubba accused.
Muskrat was flat on his back on a creeper. He rolled out from underneath the car, suddenly there, a wizard in a mechanic's blue work pants and shirt and a NAPA Auto Parts cap.
'What do you mean, I tried?' asked Muskrat, who was at least seventy, with hands rough and hard like horn.
'Windshield's leaking again,' Bubba let him know. 'You fixed it last, Scrat.'
'Uh huh,' Muskrat said blandly as he snatched toilet paper from an industrial roll overhead and began cleaning his glasses. 'Well, drive her on in here, Bubba. I'll take a look but I keep telling you to get the boys at Harding Glass to put in a new windshield. Or dump the damn thing altogether and get something that don't break down every other minute.'
Bubba walked out of the garage, not listening. He got into his Jeep and cranked the engine as anger pecked at him. He could not and would not believe that his buddy Smudge had cheated him. It couldn't be that Smudge had sold him a piece of shit. The possibility of it resurrected other injustices as Bubba parked inside the garage, in the bay next to the Cougar, and climbed out.
'I got to tell you right now, Scrat, there's police brutality in this city,' Bubba announced.
'Oh yeah?' Muskrat mumbled as he started looking at the windshield.
'I think something's telling me to do something about it.'
'Bubba, something's always telling you something.'
'There're reasons too complicated to go into that the new chief, that new woman who just moved here, needs my help, Scrat.'
'And you always got complicated reasons, Bubba. I'd stay out of it if I were you.'
Bubba could not stop thinking about Chief Hammer. He had heard her name on his cell phone this morning. There was a reason for this; it was not random.
'It's time we mobilize, Scrat.'
'Who's we?'
'Citizens like us,' Bubba said. 'We gotta get involved.'
'I can't find your leak,' Muskrat said.
'Right here.' Bubba pointed to the top of the windshield, near the rearview mirror. 'The water drips in from this spot here. Want a cigarette?'
Bubba pulled out a pack.
'You need to cut back, boy,' Muskrat said. 'Chew gum. That's what I do to kill the craving when I'm around gasoline and what all.'
'You forget I got TMJ. My jaws are killing me.' Bubba clicked them side to side.
'I told you not to get all those damn crowns,' Muskrat said as he retrieved a Windex spray bottle full of water and uncoiled an air hose. 'You'd probably be better off if he just yanked all of 'em out and fixed you up with a pair of clackers like I got.'
Muskrat grinned, showing off his dentures.
'I'll get on the inside with the hose, and when I tell you to, you start spraying,' said Muskrat.
'Same thing we did last time,' Bubba said. 'And a lot of good it did.'
'It's like fixing those crowns of yours,' Muskrat wouldn't let up as he sat in the driver's seat. 'All you do is go to the dentist. I'd get new ones that don't look like piano keys if I were you. And you sure as hell ought to replace this windshield. The car's been wrecked.' Muskrat had told him this before. 'That's why everything keeps going wrong with it, that and the fact that you're always trying to fix it yourself, Bubba.'
'It ain't been wrecked, good buddy,' Bubba said.
'It sure as hell has. Where you think all that Bondo came from, the factory?'
'I won't have you talking about Smudge that way,' Bubba told him.
'I didn't say a word about Smudge.'
'Smudge has been my good buddy since we were in Sunday school together, way back.'
'Way back when you used to go to church and listen to your daddy,' Muskrat reminded him. 'Don't forget, you was the preacher's kid.'
Bubba was shocked by another memory of name-calling. The flucking preacher's kid. He had forgotten all about it. For a moment, he couldn't speak. His bowels came alive.
'I'm just pointing out, for your own good, Bubba, that it didn't hurt Smudge one bit to be on the preacher's good side. Not everybody has as high opinion of Smudge as you do.'
Muskrat had heard every tale there was about everybody in the city who had ever owned a car that needed fixing, including the Dodge Dart belonging to Miss Prum, who happened to be the director of Christian education at the historic downtown Second Presbyterian Church, where Dr. But Fluck had been the senior minister.
'Look, it's already six-thirty and I gotta start my shift early tonight, as if my day hasn't been bad enough. So I guess we'd better get this leak taken care of,' Bubba said as an Escort drove up and parked outside the shop.
'I'm going as fast as I can,' Muskrat said.
He peeled the Jeep's headliner and its cardboard away from the ceiling and examined the rubbery black polyurethane in the pitch well.
'Least you didn't try to fix this one yourself,' Muskrat observed.
'Didn't have time,' Bubba said.
'Good thing, since you're always screwing up things worse,' Muskrat said candidly.
They did not see the clean-cut kid walk in until he was so close he startled them.
'Hi,' the kid said. 'Didn't mean to scare you.'
'Don't go sneaking up on people like that, son,' Muskrat said.
'I got a stuck window,' the kid told him.
'Well, you just stand on back and hold your horses,' Muskrat said. 'I'll get with you as soon as I wind up here.'
Bubba hadn't finished arguing yet.
'I did my own pigtail wiring on my trailer hitch,' he said.
'And you got the turn signal lights backwards,' Muskrat countered.
'So what, big deal.'
'Well, I'll remind you of a big deal. Remember the serpentine belt?' Muskrat talked on.
The directions weren't clear,' Bubba answered.
'Well, you fought it out with that one for five hours and still put it on wrong-ribbed against smooth instead of ribbed against ribbed and smooth against smooth, and next thing you've lost the alternator, power steering, water pump. You're just lucky you didn't lock up the engine and have to get a new one. Bubba, you can start spraying.'
'Excuse me?' the kid said politely. 'You know how long you'll be?'
'You'll have to hold off for just a minute,' Muskrat told him.
Bubba worked the Windex bottle along the top of the windshield, spraying water near the rearview mirror while Muskrat blasted compressed air at the seal from the inside.
'Before that,' Muskrat picked up where he'd left off, 'you replaced the mercury switch in the trunk and did that wrong, too. So the trunk light stayed on all the time and your battery kept going dead. Before that it was replacing your brakes and putting the pad in backwards, and the time before that, you left out the antirattle spring, the horseshoe clip in the emergency brake, and the lever fell into the drum.'
Bubba winked at the kid as if to imply that Muskrat was exaggerating. Muskrat walked over to a workbench, where the heater box was warming up several tubes of SikaTack Ultrafast polyurethane. He picked up a caulking gun and dropped a tube inside it.
'Remember the time you forgot the cotter pin and the tire rod fell off and both wheels went out spread-eagle?' Muskrat kept on.
'He can tell a story,' Bubba said to the kid.
Water trickled down the inside of the glass. Muskrat ran a thick bead of black polyurethane, licking his finger and pressing it flat. He stepped out of the car and ran a thin bead on the outside of the glass.
'We need to wait about fifteen minutes to test it again,' he said. 'Truth is, none of the seals in this thing are tight. Bet you get a lot of wind noise.'
Bubba wasn't going to admit it. Muskrat walked over to the solvent bin and dipped his hands in the murky fluid.
'What'cha need?' Muskrat finally said to the kid.
'My left rear power window won't work.' The young man was courteous, but his eyes were hard.
'The motor's probably gone bad,' volunteered Bubba the ace mechanic. 'But you're gonna have to wait. I was here first.'