I was all fidgety in the passenger seat of Amy's fancy car, drumming my fingers on the leather. The car was this slick black Mercedes-Benz C-Class Coupe, shining like crazy in the afternoon sun. And get this, the name "Velocity" was plastered on the back, like it was some kind of speedy, luxury beast.
We'd been waiting outside Dr. Margret Sullivan's crib since, like, forever. I ended up here because I wouldn't shut up about wanting to catch Jason in the act, so Amy gave in and brought me. Started at 3:50, and now it's 5:16, but no sign of that snake, Jason. Amy let go of the binoculars she was holding and looked at me, her face showing a lot of concern.
"Maybe he's already sneaked in," she said. "We should wait a bit longer."
"Amy, it's been over an hour. How much longer are we gonna sit here?"
Her eyes darted towards the doc's house, searching for any movement. "I don't know, but we can't risk missing him."
I let my gaze wander around the fancy Mercedes-Benz. It didn't make any damn sense to me. Amy, working her butt off at the coffee shop, but driving around in this flashy beast of a car? It was like she was playing a twisted game of contradictions, and I couldn't wrap my head around it.
I wondered if there was something I was missing. Did she come into some unexpected fortune or win the lottery? But that didn't seem likely.
As I pondered the situation, a wave of curiosity washed over me. I wanted to understand the reason behind her seemingly mismatched lifestyle. There had to be an explanation.
I glanced at her, wondering if I should bring up the thing that had been bugging me. After a moment of thinking, I gathered my guts and decided to just go for it.
"Hey, Amy," I said. "Can I ask you something? I hope you don't mind."
"Sure, what's up?"
I took a deep breath, carefully considering my words. "Well, I've been wondering," I began. "How come you've got this awesome car when you're working at the coffee shop? It's been bugging me, and I've been trying to figure it out."
"Oh, that," Amy remarked, a touch of amusement in her voice. "Well, it's actually an interesting story."
"I have time."
Amy let out a sigh, resignation in her voice. "I asked my dad for something," she admitted. "He agreed, but on one condition. I gotta work a job this summer and learn some responsibility crap."
"And what was this big request of yours, if you don't mind me asking?"
She hesitated for a moment, then spilled it. "I asked him for more freedom to make my own choices without him always butting in."
That made intuitive sense. I'd also take up a gig at a coffee shop if it meant getting a nosy dad off my case
Outside the car, the street was buzzing with activity. It was one of those busy urban neighborhoods, pedestrians rushing around and cars zooming by, tires screeching on the road. The air was filled with the smell of street food mixing with exhaust fumes and distant tunes.
Dr. Margret Sullivan's place sat on the street corner, this classy two-story Victorian house with a white picket fence. The garden was all decked out with vibrant flowers, adding some color to the drab grayness of the city. The curtains in the doc's house were shut tight, hiding whatever secrets lay inside.
I took it all in, feeling a mix of anticipation and unease. Gosh, it feels like we've been here for ages. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that all this waiting is gonna pay off and be worth it.
As the evening crept in, Amy and I sat side by side in the car, growing increasingly impatient by the minute. Just when we were about to give up and call it quits, someone emerged from Dr. Margret Sullivan's house, sparking a surge of excitement in Amy.
"There he is! It's Jason!" she exclaimed.
Without a moment's hesitation, Amy handed me the binoculars, and I eagerly took them. Adjusting the focus, I peered through the lenses, zooming in for a closer look at Jason. And man, did his outfit catch my eye—a sleek black suit that seemed way too fancy for a casual visit to the doctor.
"He's looking all formal," I murmured.
Amy nodded, her eyes fixed on Jason. "Yeah, it's weird. And did you see how he practically sprinted to his car? It's like he's trying to disappear."
Contemplating our next move, my mind raced with possibilities. "Should we knock on the doctor's door and confront her? Maybe we can get some answers straight from the source."
Amy's expression turned cautious as she shook her head. "Nah, let's not risk it. We've already accomplished what we came here for. Confronting the doctor might just complicate things more. We need solid evidence before we make any moves."
"You're right. We can't rush this."
"Exactly. Today, we've hit the jackpot. We've uncovered more about Jason's sketchy behavior and now everything's falling into place. This intel is gonna be our secret weapon to turn the tables and win this game."
The gentle hum of the car's engine filled the air as we continued to observe Jason from a safe distance. The evening grew darker, casting a blanket of shadows around us. But in the midst of that darkness, our determination blazed even brighter. We had caught a glimpse of the truth, and it fueled our unwavering resolve to uncover the full extent of Jason's deceit.