Chapter 98: SPYING

"Just drive, you creep," I muttered to myself as I trailed my dad's car from a cautious distance. I’d borrowed one of Fiona’s pitch-black, tinted cars—the kind where even sunlight couldn’t pry through. Perfect for spying.

But my dad was acting off. He kept slowing down as if he suspected something. I tightened my grip on the wheel, trying to stay calm. And then, just like that, he came to a complete stop.

I hit the brakes, my heart thudding. "Please be a dumb dad and don’t suspect anything," I whispered, squinting to see his next move.

He stepped out of the car, scanning the area like some kind of spy in a bad thriller. My stomach churned. Minutes crawled by, and I didn’t even breathe until he finally got back in his car and drove off.

"Hallelujah!" I exhaled, slumping into the seat. This time, I waited a little longer before picking up the trail, keeping even more distance between us.