Scott Harris drove until they reached the front of a shabby little motel on Checker Street.
Baron Lawrence's Lincoln was too conspicuous. Even those unfamiliar with luxury cars would recognize its opulent lines as belonging to a high-end vehicle.
Scott Harris jogged over to help her with the car door, "Ms. Clark, take it easy."
Enna Clark had just gotten out of the car when a middle-aged woman holding a basin flashed a look of panic and started to run away with her belongings.
Enna Clark's reflexes were quick, "Mr. Harris, stop her!"
As Baron Lawrence's right-hand person, stopping a woman was no difficult task for Scott Harris. He quickly moved to block the path of the fleeing figure.
The woman pushed against him in a state of panic, "What do you want? Why are you stopping me? Move aside!"
Enna Clark approached her, calm and collected, and asked, "Are you Tessa Wilson's mother?"
