Arcavia

Chapter 10

Bay Two, Reopened

Voss Auto Care stayed closed for six days while the state finished its report.

Priya Anand's finding came back clean on my end: no fraud, no falsified statement, my name removed from the technician field and replaced with the truth the footage had already told her. Ryan was charged with insurance fraud and reckless endangerment, the loan that started it all reduced to a single line item in a file that would outlast his name on any of ours.

Vic Delgado reached out himself, the week after the arraignment. Sofia was out of her cast early, back to soccer practice on crutches she hated. He didn't ask for an apology. He asked who was running the place now, since he needed his truck's actual brakes done right this time, by somebody he could trust to sign her own name to it.

"That'd be me," I told him.

Mike didn't say much about his brother in those first weeks, not out loud. He came in every morning anyway, hung the OPEN sign back in the window himself, and let me take the lead on every ticket that crossed the counter. Some mornings that was its own kind of answer.

The insurer kept the shop's coverage, in the end, once the fraud was traced to one man instead of the business. Walt's name stayed on the sign out front. Ryan's didn't come off the paperwork so much as it simply stopped being renewed, quietly, the way most endings in a small shop happen.

Priya Anand stopped by once more before she closed the file for good, mostly to return the sealed parts box I'd kept in a drawer for weeks. She set it on the counter between us, still unopened, the red foil seal untouched. "Evidence copy's on file," she said. "This one's yours now."

I finally opened it that afternoon, alone at the counter after closing, and installed the brake line myself on the shop's own loaner truck, just to know I could.

I moved the bay-two monitor once, just a few inches, so it faced the door instead of the wall. Not for security. So that every morning, walking in, I'd see it first, still working, still watching, exactly the way it was supposed to the whole time.