Marcus checked the time on his phone and closed the Copart browser tab. The buyer's fees alone would eat into any potential profit on that 2018 Camaro he'd been eyeing. Three years in the salvage business had taught him that photos could hide a world of hurt.
He drained his coffee and stood, his knee protesting after too many hours at the desk. Outside his office window, the Phoenix heat shimmered off the asphalt of his small lot. Six vehicles in various stages of repair waited for his attention—three nearly complete, two needing parts he'd ordered last week, one still just a shell.
His phone buzzed. A text from his parts supplier.
Got that door panel you wanted. Also heard about a fire-damaged Corvette coming to Copart next week. Might be worth a look.
Marcus smiled. The network he'd built over the years was worth more than any auction guide. Real information came from relationships,
