“Could you hand me the nine-sixteenths wrench?” “The what?” “The nine—” Ethan cut himself off with a sigh, pushed himself out from under the car on a little wheeled trolley, and pointed to the tool kit by Jack’s foot. “The wrench with nine-slash-sixteen on it. No, not that one, the other one. The other one. Bollocks. Just let me do it.” He grabbed the tool and rolled out of sight again.
Interesting. I'd think a car made in Europe would take metric wrenches .
