The humidity in Pompano Beach didn’t just hang in the air; it stuck to everything, including the rusted hood of Elias’s 1998 sedan. It had been sitting on his driveway for three years, a silent monument to better days and a transmission that had finally given up the ghost during a particularly brutal Florida afternoon.
As the winch groaned, pulling the sedan onto the truck, Elias felt a strange sense of relief. The heavy metal ghost was finally leaving. Jax climbed back into the cab, waved a gloved hand, and disappeared toward I-95. we buy junk cars pompano beach
Jax didn't haggle. He knew the market, and he knew the value of a quick turnaround in Broward County. He peeled off a stack of crisp bills—more than Elias expected for a car that currently housed a family of lizards—and handed them over. The humidity in Pompano Beach didn’t just hang