Dante’s unremarkable blue sedan was hiccoughing down the interstate. Steve Sweeney had tightened a battery cable (“this here Mister Dan-te is a loose cable, you gotta check these things reg-u-lirly”), and he’d been on his way, putting time and distance between himself and The House of Clocks. Manny, a scowling man with a long nose and curiously Eastern European accent, had given the car a jump-start two days later, at a gas station in western South Dakota. He warned Dante of early cable corrosion, and to beware of girls that dance at midnight on the highway, and to beware of long-haired women with green eyes, if he should pass by a river or lake. “They wvill wvant to be dancing wvith you, or for you to be brushing their hair,” he had said, dark eyes glittering. “That wvould be being a mistake.”
The idea was something along the lines of a loose cable connected to the battery causing the car to keep breaking down. Is that wrong? Does it not work that way? Does anyone have a better idea of something that could cause a car to keep stalling?