A Ford Mustang Boss 302 idled in a dimly lit alley, the engine purring as Tessa and Josh exchanged glances. The deserted setting seemed inconspicuous, a backdrop for clandestine dealings that echoed the gravity of their conspiracy. Tessa's grip tightened on the steering wheel; her father's car held more than just sentimental value, it was a tangible link to the past.
"I don't see anyone-" Josh began, scanning the surroundings before an assertive knock echoed from his window. Both heads turned simultaneously to find a lady in glasses, her silhouette accentuated by the dim glow of the alley lights. The lady made a subtle gesture, signalling for them to unlock the car.
Tessa pressed the button, and the car doors unlocked, allowing the enigmatic journalist to enter. She slid into the back seat, her presence commanding attention. Her glasses reflected the ambient light, concealing the intensity of her gaze.
