He took the elevator to the garage. He walked in to find 12 people standing in a loose circle around the car, and in the middle of that circle, a 13-year-old boy in a faded Arsenal jersey with grease on his fingers, looking completely unbothered.
Richard looked at Charles. Charles spread his hands slowly.
"The boy fixed it?"
Richard walked across the floor until he was standing in front of Raymond. The boy looked up at him. Didn't flinch. Didn't look away.
"How did you know?" Richard asked.
"The vibration pattern in the failed start cycle. Four minutes of listening."
Richard was quiet for a long moment. "What's your name?"
"Raymond Osei."
"How old are you, Raymond?"
"13."
Richard looked around the room slowly: at the engineers, at the diagnostic equipment, at the laptops and the cables, and the four engineering firms that had collectively billed him close to $90,000 in 11 days.
Then he looked back at Raymond. "Who taught you?"