AGATHA
"Why did we stop here?" I asked in wonder as Theresa's car pulled over on the side of the road, near the slum area.
"I need to check something," my companion replied.
She quickly opened the car. Holding her cellphone, she walked around her car and inspected even underneath it. She also asked me to get out and scanned my entire body from head to toe.
"What is this all about?" I asked, confused as to why Theresa was doing this.
"It's for an unknown tracker detector," she explained, taking my bag.
It seemed like she suspected that there might be a tracker attached to our belongings or her car, which was why someone was following us earlier.
I just watched Theresa as she did her thing. The longer it took, the more I admired her. She was smart and good at her job. She was cautious
