Larry listened to my frantic story, his usual calm demeanor shifting as I mentioned the black car. “Did you get a license plate?” he asked, his voice suddenly sharp. I read off the numbers I’d memorized, hearing him type furiously on the other end.
A sharp “ping” echoed through the phone line as Larry’s system found a match. There was a long, suffocating silence before he spoke again, and this time, his voice was rattling. “Stacy, get your mother and come to my house right now.”
We drove across town in record time, constantly checking for the black shadow behind us. Larry lived alone, a man dedicated to his work, but today he looked like he’d seen a ghost. He ushered us inside, locking the door behind us instantly.
He pointed to his computer screen, where a file was open on a man I’d never heard of. Larry explained the name was tied to a brutal underground gambling syndicate. They ran illegal casinos, horse races, and things much darker than simple bets.
“If that car is linked to them, you’re in grave danger,” Larry warned. My stomach twisted as he began to reveal a side of my father I never knew existed. Apparently, Dad had a secret history that had finally caught up to him.
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