I don’t understand
The lot owner fetched the keys, unlocked the car, and invited Matthew to climb inside. He pointed at the dashboard. “Hardly any mileage at all,” the man said casually, sipping his coffee.
Matthew examined the gauges, then popped the hood, expecting problems. Yet everything looked solid. Confused, he frowned. “Why is it selling this cheap? There has to be something wrong with it, right?”