Chapter 14
I'm sitting on the hood of the car, waiting.
Donald Campbell is an older man, and he is kind and funny. My first impression of him didn't tell me that. He is like a bulldog, looks grumpy, and barks like a dog that would attack at any moment. Don is not like that; he is so kind yet suspicious. I guess by nature, he is a private investigator, after all. It's funny how most fear him, and I know he secretly enjoys it. I remember how fearful I was meeting him the first time, going to his office for a job interview. I am confident in my abilities; I have learned much from my parents. After we got to know each other better, I know it gave him pleasure to tease me for my sassy nature, and I, for him being a bulldog, all bark, no bite.
There he is in his old, beaten-up car. Just the t
