The gravel crunched under the tires of Silas’s beat-up flatbed as he pulled into the driveway of a house that looked like it was being reclaimed by the woods. In the bed of his truck sat a heavy-duty winch and a stack of blank "Bill of Sale" forms.
Silas nodded, his eyes scanning the VIN plate through the dusty windshield. "People think the title is the soul of the truck, Leo. But the soul is in the iron. I’m the guy who buys the soul." who buys trucks with no title
"I'll give you eight hundred," Silas said. "I take the risk, I do the heavy lifting, and I deal with the headache." The gravel crunched under the tires of Silas’s
"My granddad left it to me when he passed," Leo said, kicking a flat tire. "But we can't find the paperwork anywhere. The DMV told me I was out of luck because the estate is a mess. I just need it gone." "People think the title is the soul of the truck, Leo