The one-hour drive back to Grosthe City was mostly quiet. We took another route to avoid the fraternity, and it worked. However, due to the heavy traffic, it took an extra fifteen minutes before we entered Central Grosthe.
Somehow, I managed to navigate the car into an underground tunnel and then pulled over.
“I guess this is it,” I pursed my lips, turning to John.
“For now,” he smiled.
“Oh, and what is the next move?”
“We wait. Let them play the next card. We will respond adequately.”
I let out a deep breath. “Maya Jackson.”
“A thorn in your flesh,” John added, and stepped out of the car, pulling his hoodie over his face.
“Be good.” He echoed before disappearing into a dark alley.
As if I had not been good recently. I kissed my teeth and drove off. Then my alarm rang remindin
