The Lineup

Lined up along the curb, half-buried in snow, sat a row of old Plymouths. Their sleek bodies stretched under the streetlights like a silent police lineup, waiting to be identified. I stopped in my tracks, the scene looking too perfect to be real. The cars were relics—straight out of the 1920s, with wide grilles and curved fenders that oozed trouble.

I stepped closer, brushing snow off the hood of the first one. A '29 Plymouth Roadster. The kind of car that made quick getaways and parked outside