CHAPTER FIFTY - NINE
Cherry's inner detective kicked into high gear as she slipped into a sleek, all-black outfit; dark jeans, a matching jacket, and boots that could make a ninja jealous.
The sound of her zipper sounded in the silence as she pulled on her jeans, feeling like she was gearing up for a mission.
She topped off her look with a dark shade and a nose mask, making sure to cover every inch of her identity to dodge any unwanted attention.
Something was definitely off, why were they always ghosting her orders?
And tonight, she was flying solo, she wanted to go alone this time; no Carlos tagging along for this.
She was determined to crack the case herself, but how? She clearly couldn't handle the car all by herself?
Stepping out of the mansion, fate threw her a curveball: a pepper-red power bike was just sitting there, practically begging for a ride.
"Whose bike is this? And why am I just now spotting it?"
