After many hours of driving between Adelaide and Sydney, I was ready to get the next workshop over and done with. This would officially be the halfway point, given my father provided a list of five workshops I was to visit on his will. I still had three sealed notes, which would provide the order of which I was to visit the remaining workshops. Apparently, each would prove to be a crucial step toward claiming my inheritance, of some several billion dollars. After a total of twenty-five hours of driving, though, I was starting to wonder if it would even be worth it.

Hopefully, at this auto electrician around Milperra, I would be able to work out for sure whether my father had ever worked with mechanics or not. Did my noble bloodline actually have a more humble origin? I hoped not, but it was time to find out.

I left my expensive car parked right outside, ready for it to have some sort of repairs. My father wrote that I needed to get brake and clutch repair, although I had already gotten such work done in Victoria. Perhaps they would just do some general auto repair, instead.

The manager was not difficult to find, for he was also waiting for me. “Mr Hunter, it is a pleasure to have you at our workshop. Your father changed the way we work as mechanics, while here.”

“He was an employee, wasn’t he?” I said, cutting to the point. “My billionaire father was once a simple mechanic.”

Nodding, the manager said, “The best employee we ever had. He used to travel a lot, moving interstate every few years, before he found his fortune in Victoria. He was the finest night mechanic in Australia.”

“Night mechanic?” I said, prompting more.

“Your father claimed that he always worked best at night. Of course, most mechanics feel similarly, but we put up with the inconvenience of the day, making do however we can.”

“I suppose you have some sort of photo to show me.” I paced forward, knowing there would be one.

The manager led me away, toward a picture of himself and my father. Oddly, they were standing in a cemetery. And then I realised that it wasn’t a photo at all, but an extremely detailed drawing. How strange.

– Will Hunter