Chapter 8 - I Think I Have a Date
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“Jesus!” I jumped. “What… What can I do for you, Detective? Looking for a good civil rights lawyer?”
“No need, thanks. I’m here just to talk to you. I think I came on a little too strong while searching that car last night. I think I must have scared you, right?” He offered.
Actually it was the other way around, as far as I remembered I had scared him back to his correct investigative protocols.
“Don't worry, I'm ok.” I assured him.
“And, well, maybe I wasn't very polite to you. You were just looking at that car, right? So, I came here to apologize.”
Daniel had given me a car that belonged to one of his many companies that he either owned or had some participation in or had nothing to do with. And I was stuck in a bureaucratic maze that stopped me from turning this thing into money. Now I was back to square one, with a kid going to a college I couldn't afford, with coworkers who could suspect that I embezzled money from my own son and on top of all that, I had a date with a cop.
This car thing had me convinced that I had had enough Daniel in my life with his maybe legal / maybe illegal deals and properties.
My hate for that man grew a little more. I shouldn’t have protected him or his sports car.
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