He cut the bad section, spliced in a jumper wire, sealed it with electrical tape from his pocket, and zip-tied the harness away from the bracket.
He didn’t have time to replace the whole harness. He stripped the insulation back with his teeth—old habit. The copper strands inside were green and black, corroded, arcing against the engine block every time the RPMs climbed.
“Then what?” Lena asked.
“Does it matter?” Lena asked. “The people who owned that recorder found out it was compromised. They sent a team. The driver is dead. I’m the driver’s sister. And the team is two hours behind the flatbed.”
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He looked toward the highway. In the distance, two black SUVs with no plates were cutting through the rain, coming fast.
“No,” Miles said, folding the now-wet, smeared wiring diagram carefully into his shirt pocket. “The diagram fixed me.” Cat C7 Wiring Diagram
“It’s not the sensor,” he muttered, the old confidence returning. “It’s the wire between the firewall and the block. Engine vibration. There’s a chafe point near the EGR valve bracket.”