“What the hell is that car?” said a man wearing glasses who had just gotten out of his car when he arrived at the department store. He and his two friends immediately glanced at a car parked in the parking lot.
“Come on, Garry, just leave it alone. The owners of the car are enjoying their lives,” replied a man who gave him a meaningful grin.
The only girl among them winked at the other man. “Hell, yeah. I know what you mean, Abe. Whoever they are, it seems they couldn't even wait until they got to the hotel to do it. People are so wild these days, Garry. I don't think you need to ask us any more questions about this.”
Once again, the horn sounded, causing the bespectacled man called Garry to point at the car again. “But the car is moving,” he said again. “And isn't that Loyd's car? Wh
