Leo looked out his window. It was a clear, sunny morning. He waited. At exactly 2:14 PM, a light drizzle began to tap against his glass. Moments later, the screech of metal on asphalt echoed from the corner of 4th Street. A red sedan sat slumped over its front axle.
Leo didn’t expect much when he met the seller in a crowded diner. The man, a jittery guy in a faded trench coat, handed over a scuffed 2014 silver brick and took the cash without counting it.
The listing was simple: