A New Way to Haggle"Ratchet? You in here?""I'm under here, Rocky. Just give me a minute and I'll be all set…"The Doberman's boots stuck out from under his car and the coyote could hear her hard at work on the undercarriage. Rachel Halling, better known as Ratchet of River Street, was the best in all of Blackthorn. Even if most people were still reluctant to trust a female mechanic, those in-the-know knew who to turn to."You're lucky I could squeeze you in! I have seven more today, alone!"Rocky smiled."Tis the season!""You're telling me! Black ice on the streets, drunk drivers coming home from parties, snow plows knocking off mirrors; it's a wonder I have time to eat!""I thought as much…"Rocky looked around the room. The garage had a car in every bay save one piled high with tools and parts. The windows were clean and the floor was spotless, yet something was missing…"Looks like you haven't had time to decorate, either.""Ha!" she laughed. "I have more on my mind than flashing lights and holly!"