The next day, Ciara woke up and looked for Jack. In the house, he was nowhere to be found, so she looked outside. He was working on her car. His arms to his shoulders in the depths of the motor, he just pulled a bunch of cables out.
His upper body was covered in grease and oil but he had a triumphant grin on his face. He showed her the cable: “Got it! Here’s your problem.”
“A… cable?”, she asked carefully, raising a brow.
“Not exactly. More, what’s missing on it”, he said and showed her, that there were bite marks on the cable and several wires were completely cut. “Looks like you had a visitor in your motor. Martens tend to do this quite often.”
I can fix it provisionally, but you should have the cable changed at a service station, as my work won’t keep humidity and dirt away permanently.
He took the cable to his workbench, reconnected the wires and insulated them. Then he put the cable back and tried the engine. It started at once. Shutting it down again, he got out and said “You’re good to go!”, smiling broadly.