Libraryman
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- Joined
- Jun 14, 2021
A man in dark glasses sat in a black nondescript car across the street from Peterson High School. He adjusted the tie of his tailored suit to be more comfortable, as he'd been stalking the entrance since the beginning of the day. The reason being, a young girl that owed his boss a lot of money. Months ago, his boss's high end Ferrari was crashed into by some suburban vehicle, the driver not sticking around long enough to be identified. After that, he'd been trying to dig up who was responsible, using contacts his boss had in the police force to track down the damaged car. Eventually, after only a month of searching, he had found out that a young teenager that had decided to take a joyride on her own with only her learner's permit was responsible for the accident. After the accident she ran and made some excuse to her parents as to how she wrecked the car that undoubtedly left out the part where she had nearly totaled another car. After that she was grounded of course, and he now had to wait to bring her in so her parents wouldn't become suspicious. And now, a week after her restrictions were lifted, he was going to finally bring her in for a little chat.
The school's bell rang loudly, breaking the middle aged man out of his thoughts, and signaling the end of the day. His eyes scanned the flood of students that followed, watching for one particular girl with straight long black hair. Once he had seen her leave and begin her walk home, the man started the car and began to follow from a distance. It was only once she had walked a few blocks away that he pulled up the the sidewalk ahead of her and stepped out of the car.
"Lisa Andrews, I need you to come with me." The mysterious man commanded her, holding out a photo of the crashed car. "My employer wants to talk with you. I believe you met him once before."
The school's bell rang loudly, breaking the middle aged man out of his thoughts, and signaling the end of the day. His eyes scanned the flood of students that followed, watching for one particular girl with straight long black hair. Once he had seen her leave and begin her walk home, the man started the car and began to follow from a distance. It was only once she had walked a few blocks away that he pulled up the the sidewalk ahead of her and stepped out of the car.
"Lisa Andrews, I need you to come with me." The mysterious man commanded her, holding out a photo of the crashed car. "My employer wants to talk with you. I believe you met him once before."